I told him that’s fine and my relief as I needed a pee. We filled that tank and emptied our bladders and off we went again. He sat up in the backsea... until he felt comfortable with my driving then he laid down. I was making good time on the empty highway, that was until we got a blowout. I made my way across the lane and to the right shoulder making note of the last mile marker we pasted. Sadly and surprisingly finding the spare was also flat we called for assistance. It took some time coming. And I would take it with all the risks and consequences. If Rodney impregnated me, I honestly don’t know what I would do, whether I would keep the child or not. It’s not clear-cut, not even to me.I told my husband my thoughts on this to which he replied, “What about our families? How would they react, especially your folks, at us raising a child that quite clearly wouldn’t be mine and won’t look a thing like me.”“I don’t care what people say,” I snapped. “If it happens, it happens and we deal. The two pregnancies in 2 years were proof of our sex life, but a factor V mutation resulted in mid-pregnancy deaths. I tried to console her. I put in the next 2 years keeping her mind of reality. At the end she reached a kind of normalcy. She couldn't agree to adoption, I didn't agree to surrogate pregnancy. If she could not have my child, an adopted kid would be more a family. She had her tubes tied. Sex improved. She seemed to enjoy her new free lifestyle. She didn't want a job, so she stayed. She was my age, thirty-one, and in exquisite shape; a NASA requirement. She was an attractive woman of oriental descent, her family having come to America in the post World War II era. She was childless and twice divorced. As the two "virgin" members of the crew, Jackie and I had bonded during training. On the rare occasions when we, the crew, had time to go out to a bar for a few drinks, Jackie and I used to sit together and talk, sharing our experiences in life. I learned that she had.