Chance of you...getting pregnant, Lou..." I continued pounding at away at her; she was puffing and panting now. "Oh Daddy...fuck...it's wonderful...oo...! When did...you know it was so...big"? She gasped as I pounded away at her. "A while...back, Lou'...a while ago..." I smiled as I remembered......'the three girls knelt on the floor before me as I sat in the chair, my Sister stood outside the bedroom. The girl in the middle giggled and spoke up, "Is it really that big"? The girls giggled again. Suffering from a bad cold, the boy stopped and pulled out a wrinkled, wadded up handkerchief from his pocket. After quickly blowing his nose, he rubbed his bare hands together for a moment trying to warm them, before thrusting them back into his coat pockets. Then leaning into the wintry wind, he continued on his way to school through the heavy snowfall.Watching the plight of the young boy so ill prepared for the winter he was trying to contend with—the old man felt a painful long ago memory. I am aware now of being in a cold sweat, and I feel sick to boot - I need to throw up.I head to the toilet but I am having serious problems keeping on my feet - I feel like I am on the heaving deck of a ship in a storm. Or drunk but without the high.I can see double of everything.It suddenly, chillingly, occurs to me that I may be about to die - this could be the onset of a coronary.I get to the toilet, slump down on the floor and with my head over the bowl, retch repeatedly till I am only. All from problems that existed before launch,” I replied.“It could have been poorly trained crew,” Captain Prescott suggested snidely.“As of this time, none of the reviews of the crew’s actions shows any activity that could have caused the overload or the damage,” Corsica’s AI interjected.“My ship’s computer says that it is unlikely that crew training contributed,” I offered.“I heard. I heard the same thing after my Port side engine blew,” Captain Prescott growled.“How long until you can.