Thread: Moon Base One (casket &xanaphia)

Oooh my dear lesbian goddess, you have painted yourself into a corner this time! Hank said with a smile as he and Isabelle walked together down the hallway toward the mess hall. You see engineers are the just as crazy and experimental during college years as any, and I'm can tell you with only the smallest bit of shame that I have indeed already smoked a pole. As you well know my strong suit is mechanical engineering and not structural, and in my freshman year at NYIT I was failing my course in that subject. My teacher happened to like guys and I offered to blow him for a passing grade. Long story, short he promised not to blow it in my mouth and although I wasn't sexually aroused by the act of it I brought him to completion and he broke his promise. So I can tell you with certainty that I know for a fact that I am not queer and I know this from actual experience. Hank said and held up three fingers in the scouts honor salute, he of course wasn't ever a boyscout, nor had he ever sucked a dick, but he hoped his lie was enough to coax her into possibly letting him play with her pussy. Now I'll be expecting your 'gold star' as promised after our brunch, I'll shave my face out of respect, maybe you can sneak back out to the garden and grab some of the medical marijuana you've got cultivating out there and we can put on some Pink Floyd and pleasure each other in the most intimate of ways! What do you say sweet cheeks? Hank said as they neared the cantina, placing his arm around her shoulder. There was just something about that self-satisfied smirk that Isabelle always seemed to give that drove Hank crazy. He'd see the corners of her mouth rise and for just the briefest of seconds her usual bitchy expression would fade away and the fiercely beautiful woman inside would appear. Hank and Isabelle entered the cafeteria and took their seats at the metallic table letting their conversation go for the moment. They saw Val and the Captain happily cooking together and both of them had to admit what a great couple they would make, regardless of how jealous it made either of them. Jim noticed every small grazing touch Val slipped in while they were cooking. He tried his best not to peer down her opened jumpsuit, but she'd caught him looking a few times and only smirked back at him in return. The two of them happily cooking together made Jim imagine their possible future together. Jim could almost see him and Val cooking breakfast in his Manhattan apartment off of central park while their perfect children laughed and played together. The perfect family in a perfect house. He decided then that he would indeed ask her out on a date once the mission was completed and they were headed home. The trick was going to be trying not to indulge his fantasies for the next two years until they cold go home. An even shittier thought was that the slow growth of the atmosphere producing algae they were cultivating would put off their leave date and they'd end up being up here longer than just the two years remaining. Jim saw Tom enter the cafeteria as he was finishing up the sandwiches. Hey there professor, any word on the outcome of your tests on the Algae yet? Jim asked hoping for good news. No the tests are inconclusive, I need more data before I'll feel comfortable rendering my conclusion, but I should have something more concrete this evening after I've finished with a separate test I'll be running this afternoon. Tom said. Lunch is served! Val announced as she came into the dinner hall, holding the platter of sandwiches up to conceal the massive valley of cleavage her uniform no longer covered properly. Jim followed behind her, staring intently at the bubble butt she had concealed under her jumpsuit. Was she not wearing any panties? He couldn't see any underwear lines and wondered if PAL's heavy handed laundry programming had destroyed all her panties or if Val was just running commando for fun. I'd just like to say that I am extremely please with everyone's progress. We are still a full two weeks ahead of schedule with terraforming even though the Algae is throwing us some curve balls. NASA and the UN have both complimented our team on proficient and studious work and we're all going to be celebrated as international heroes once the mission is completed. Because of this I'm issuing a personal day of relaxation so everybody can just kick back and relax for the rest of the day. A special thanks to the man-with-the-plan, our very one engineer-extraordinaire Mister 'Hank' Henry Jenkins for repairing the Gravatron and giving us back the luxury of standing up straight again! Cheers! Jim said and held up the beer that Tom had handed out to everyone. Hold on one second...Beer is for brutes to celebrate after their local sports team wins. We are men and women of intellectual superiority responsible for the first human settlement on the moon and shouldn't be subjected to such droll libations. I'm going to go get the champagne and orange juice and we'll toast like civilized human beings with mimosas. I for one think that restoration of gravity is worth a lot more than a toast with beer, I can not express how frustrating it is to have my samples contaminated by floating animal fluids. Tom said as he stood from the table and made his way back to the walk in cooler. You sure it's animal fluids and not your own fluids Professor? Hank said in a bit more of a cruel tone than he'd anticipated but the Professor's derogatory statement about Hank's beer had struck a nerve. Jim turned his head toward Hank and shook it no, furling his brow in disappointment. Man, I like beer. Hanks retorted. I thought we were saving the champagne for the night we get our orders to return to earth? Just humor him Hank, He spends all day and most the night in that lab, if the guy wants us to toast with champagne we'll indulge. I can order another bottle of bubbly to be delivered on the next shipment we receive. Beside it looks like we are all in need of new uniforms as everyone is well aware of thanks to Val's amazing table dressing she's offered for our meal today. Jim said and everyone broke into a laugh. Tom returned with a tray and five glasses of mimosa balanced on it. Four of the glasses were set away from one on the tray, and Tom was quick to grab the separated glass before handing out the four others to his fellow crew. He held his untainted glass up in the air and simply said votre sant.