Big bedroom, kitchenette, and a big open room for entertaining. Complete with pool table.One night she hosted a cocktail party in her suite for a bunc...h of VIPs in the group. There were probably 35-40 people in the room at the high point. I didn't know too many of them, and I hate making small talk at parties. I was anxious for the thing to be over and get Sarah in bed for the night. But after a bit I noticed that there were two or three women who were fairly hot, and who seemed to be without. Her hands began to feel numb and heavy then her whole arms. Her glass fell on to the couch spilling its contents then rolling to the floor with a light crack. It was getting harder and harder to keep her head up and her eyes open. She tried to say something but if anything came out it was most certainly inaudible. The cords of the violin were like a lullaby as she sunk into darkness.When she regained consciousness her arms were stretched tight over her head, both her feet were touching cold. Even if people do end up noticing it, there are other aircraft that can break through the sound barrier.”My friends asked questions and I answered them for the next two minutes or so. It was really amazing how much I now knew about spacecraft. I had watched a lot of Sci-Fi when I was younger, and it made me realize how rarely the showrunners actually get it right. Beeping brought my attention back up to the display and I saw that it was almost time to begin decelerating.“Strap yourselves in,” I. ”“So she wants that.”“She wants you. The sex and everything else.”“Shit.”“It’s too late.”“It is. Joanne...”“She hates her.”“I know.”“She’s jealous.”“I know.”“Of her hold on you. The only one keeping you from coming here.”“I think it’s better this way,” he admitted.“I agree.”“You do?”“Moe’s brilliant. And independent.”“Except with me,” he nodded. “I got that what with her quitting NYU in order to keep working to get us an apartment.”“She said that?”“She didn’t tell you?”“If she had I’d have.