"Hey sleepy, rough night?" she joked. I yawned. "Did mom dad see you come in here dressed like that?" She giggled, enjoying the naughtiness of the... situation entirely too much. "They're gone, I made sure to be up early enough so they wouldn't see my room empty." "You've put some thought into this, haven't you?" I asked. She struck a nervous, girlish pose and giggled. There was something very different about her since yesterday, like she was this wild sex kitten that I never knew about.. I swallowed a couple times with difficulty. ‘Chance?’ I called again. Still nothing. No other sounds met my ears. The small butterfly of panic grew a little bit bigger. I shuffled softly against the wall searching for anything that could have made the sound. But I could see nothing. When I entered the kitchen I tried again to turn on the lights. Again nothing happened. ‘Chance!’ I shouted. The small butterfly became a large insect flying around in my stomach causing huge amounts of panic to. I sucked at the taut cord of muscle in his neck, while I stroked his broad shoulders, his muscular biceps, his washboard abs and bulging pecs. I buried my nose in his sparse chest hair, treasuring his smell and his little gasps of pleasure as I gently pinched and rolled his nipple. I explored the tantalizing recess of his belly button with my tongue while I gripped his waist with desperate strength, afraid he would disappear on me again if I let go.And he responded, moaning and writhing. The biggest issue is materials. I need lighter, stronger materials for airframes. I need lighter, tougher skins to protect the occupants of the craft. Resistance to radiation would be a major plus, too. I need better materials for the rocket nozzles, or a better chemical fuel that doesn't burn out the nozzles as quickly. The nozzle issue is why our current turnaround time is closer to a week, than forty-eight hours. Each flight requires extensive testing, to ensure the nozzles are still.