Froth. He froths. His body steams as he stinks, wracked with spasms. It twitches and spasms rhythmically. He gurgles gently in a continuous stream. He...can no longer breathe. He can no longer think. There is not enough brain left to think. Slowly he dies. His brain is almost all gone. The pipe sucks harder and harder and pushes slowly deeper. His body spasms. His penis spunks as it wanks to a spasm.Then it is over. Jonothon’s head is clean. His body twitches upwards with the suction. His eyes. End of Chapter 2Chapter 3 – Lockdown The first impression of the lockdown area was predictably imposing. Bare concrete walls, floors and ceilings, and lights behind metal crates placed high along the walls illuminated a medium sized room. There was a desk near the entrance and a beautiful ebony woman, looking maybe thirty-ish in age rose from her chair and walked around to meet Melissa and her guard. The guard pulled out papers from his pocket and gave them to the black lady. She took. I told my parents that I was really sleepy and they asked me if everything was fine. I said that I was cool and that I was just tired. They didn't ask any more questions so I took a quick shower and got onto my bed with my laptop and a set of headphones, in just my panties and bra. I was so excited. I had to wait until my parents had gone to sleep. It seemed like an eternity, but the house finally went quiet and I turned my laptop on, put the headphones on my head and removed my bra and. It was too far to walk, and the suit didn't have enough safety filament anyway, so Ide secured the line connecting the two bubbles of human endeavor, the one a speck of dust in comparison to the worldlet they now occupied, and pushed off the floor toward the back wall, pulled sideways from the intended target by the slow Coriolis effect of the micro-gravity stabilizing spin of the station.At last reaching the tiny personnel hatchway outlined in large contrasting stripes visible from the far end.