"So, did you like your training on the Ship?" he asked after the kiss."I guess it was okay, but it's..." It's what?" Doggonit, Jeff, it's too realisti...c." Hmmm. I can't imagine training that's too realistic. The whole objective is to train you for the real thing. I know Ship would never risk your life, and well, you were just lying there on the couch. Kinda hard to get hurt doing that," he teased."Yeah, well, I might argue the 'hurt' thing. The first scenario was bad enough with them dropping me. However, the plane for my flight home developed mechanical problems and they had to cancel the flight. Because of the holiday, there were no available seats on any flight either that night or on Thanksgiving. I was, to put it mildly, screwed. I did have an idea, however. I knew that Janice didn't have plans for Thanksgiving because we asked her to spend it with us. She declined, saying she didn't want to travel, but I think she had a fight with my wife, which wasn't uncommon then. She really. That’s how awesomely huge this place is. The control room looks like a cross between a very expensive home movie theater designed to seat ten and the bridge of the starship Enterprise. Amazing. The main tracking area, where the band will play, is a large, open space modeled after Abbey Road. Other than being heavy on wood and maroons instead of bleached-white, it for all intensive purposes looks just like the room where the Beatles wanted to hold your hand and look at all the lonely people.. A convertible glided slowly past, and then honked twice as Joan reached for her new blouse. "Oh, fuck," she muttered, and in her embarrassment, stepped on the gas at the waiting green light.The car surged forward, and Joan put her left hand on the wheel, and carefully concealed both breasts with her right arm. She started talking to herself as several more cars passed her. To her surprise, none of them gave her a second glance."Did I just say 'fuck' again? I've gotta stop doing that. And what.