We all drifted off to sleep well before midnight.Year Two: Day Forty-Eight: SaturdayThe next morning we managed to leave Kari sleeping as we headed of... for our early morning launch. Lana had letters for Grandpa Jim from his seven-year-old grandkids, Jenn and Jer, that I was sure he would be glad to get. The sun had barely peeked up from the horizon as we lifted off into the clear Florida sky. Lana was pilot and it was a pleasure to be her co-pilot. Ron Simmons dozed in the navigator's seat. "It looks pretty big when there's nothing around it," Tanya noted, staring up at the massive cyclotron that was part of the 'transporter', as Macario referred to it."Yes, I suppose it does," Tabatha replied. "It weighs a couple of tons, I imagine. That's why I wanted some telepathic help transporting this thing to Albuquerque." Albuquerque?" Tanya actually squeeked. "I thought it was going, uh ... you know ... up?" Well..." Tabatha ducked under an armature and walked around the other side. "It. Standing in the middle of the floor with her back to us she slowly slid her bikini panties down her long legs and stepped out of them. She casually tossed them over her shoulder and Jimmy caught them and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, "God, but does she ever smell nice" and then the boys started passing her panties around and sniffing them.It was obvious that Alex was getting turned on by the comments the boys were making about her panties and it didn't take much encouragement on. "I'm not sure, I'll letyou decide who you want, then root for the other one, that should keepthe game interesting."We sat down at the table for the first time since Dave became a Widowerthree years before. I couldn't help but notice both men watching me withmore than just a casual interest. But I was happy just to be allowed tobe myself.Jake stayed much longer that night than he usually did. It was almostTen PM before he left for home. And then only after I said I was goingto go to bed because.