I locked it anyway.I had one clean pair of underpants left; I took a chance and put them on. I mean I took a chance that I would get the washing machi...e fixed. Not that I would need clean pants. Otherwise I’d have to wash them all by hand – I didn’t feel I knew the girls well enough to let them do that job even if they offered. I like to think that, even that long ago, I was a new man. I would wash my clothes, cook my own tea (I had the Cub Scouts Housekeeping badge after all), and I was only. " So you expect them back?" the Commander asked."I do," I replied. "And most likely they will come in with something that they expect can enter the atmosphere and survive long enough to get a close-in missile shot. The missile tracks show that they penetrated more than halfway through the atmosphere. If they can launch from within the atmosphere, they might be able to hit the colony with an intact missile."The commander coughed. "They haven't shown that much initiative in the past." True, but. Emerson didn’t want to disappoint him. He knew that the carrier was a maze and had planned ahead, making sure he had plenty of time to get from the officer quarters to the briefing room. But the sheer size of the ship and its complexity hadn’t sunk into his head at the time and he was sure he had counted too short, now. All he was feeling at present were first-day-at-school butterflies in his stomach and a growing feeling that he was going to be very very late, making his legs leaden and his. She rinsed out her hair and then proceeded to shampoo her piglet much to its delight. Miss Piggy loved an all-over scratching. Lee got herself and the pig dry. She added having to get extra towels to her shopping list, as she didn’t use the warm air dryer often except for her hair.When she left her room, she left the door unlatched since it should only open to her or the piglet’s voices. She did make sure that the bulkhead door closed behind her and headed up for an early dinner.She was still.