I had seen Amber before, taking the garbage out or mowing the lawn. She would mow the lawn in her bikini top and soccer shorts. Amber was a few years ...older, brown hair, and she was always tan. She was a soccer player so she had a good body. Whenever she finished mowing the lawn, she would take off her soccer shorts and lay on a blanket in her bikini to tan in the yard. Brandon and I would hide behind the bushes and watch her. We would stare at her breasts, whispering back and forth about what. But as a Gentleman that he is, he had decided that he would open my lower doors to heaven only when we will get married. My marriage was still two months away.My periods had just went gone by and I had learned from internet and my other married friends that it is safe to have sex 2 to 3 days after the periods. And also, I had removed my pubic hairs just before the start of my periods by applying Veet.Usually, I shave but I had learned from one of my friends that men like clean shaven vaginas. During one of these collisions, I made a rather poor judgment call. One we all make from time to time, one that usually ends in angry looks, or a slap in the face, or merely a sigh. The brain thinks: I can take another one of these strokes, of these blows, of whatever the specific action at the time is called, but the body says: this will actually do. Mind you, I do know the ways of my body, and I did know I had to find a way out of this situation I had manoeuvred myself in, and that the only. ”“Not to mention your return.” “Once I get to Proxima Centauri, I’ll be back to Earth within the week.” Selena raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the whole point?” “The theory behind the Crichton wormhole drive is sound.”“But no test on this scale has ever been performed.” “You must be prepared to return via more conventional means.” “With all due respect, you’re wrong about that.” Selena met the half-lidded eyes of the middle-most executive and she thought she caught a slight smile on their lips..