I nursed him at home for the last three months, till his body could fight no more. Then his spirit was released from its broken prison, to live in the...ether around me, and comfort me in my time of loss. It broke my heart, and the pieces fell onto the bed alongside his shattered body as I pulled the sheet up over his head when the last breath had sighed from his lifeless lips.That was over ten years ago, and I miss him to this day, but life goes on. Well, mine did anyway, but it was empty. There. As I had predicted, they were slowing down our velocity, debating what our criteria should be with NASA angling to create some circumstance that they could use to name crew members or preferably, the mission commander.“How do we prove their hypothesis is wrong?” I asked.Allen sat down. “Proving a negative is a logical impossibility,” he said. “What we would have to show is that our counter-hypothesis is stronger and provable.”“How?”“A competition?” he asked. “I mean, the show gave us a. After just over half an hour, I was out and walking down the street. That was when I saw the signboard, advertising, “Fucking Machine Services.” I had already seen some videos of Fucking Machines, and given the things I had just been viewing, I was already sexed up. My panties felt damp, so I had no second thoughts. The idea of being fucked by a machine filled me with excitement.Inside the dim entrance, a smiling elderly lady, sitting behind a table, asked me to fill in a form to choose the. It wasn't Rick but she did recognize the driver. "Dennis!" she screamed. The car stopped and Dennis lowered the car window."Hi, Kristina. How's it going?" Where are my sister and cousin?" How should I know?" Michelle told me they were going to meet you and your friend at a party. If either of you or Rick dare touch either one of them I'll see you both in jail." Kristina tried to sound intimidating but Dennis seemed more amused than anything else."That's what was supposed to happen but.