Prof Décor transferred into 737 via the airlock and was introduced to Morg. The trio relaxed in the forward cargo compartment — more to be close to...the galley than otherwise. They collected bulbs and drew on the brew which had been percolating."Fresh?" Prof enquired."Yah" explained Morg, "last clean up job is preparing the coffee for the next sortie. The compartment is left with no enviro so the grounds survive well. So, you two, what gives?"TJ explained the message on the mutie net and the. ” Hearing this they both realise how serious it now is. They both beg to stay but I stop them. “What’s the problem between you two?” Well for the next twenty minutes they give their side of the fight, until they both understand. It’s as simple as they misunderstood several off the cuff comments and THEN NO TALKING.” They both kiss like lovers once more.Thinking that’s it, they start to leave. “Wait you two. You were out of order this morning and so you are going to be punished. I get a. ("Doctor's orders," she barked to any womenwho showed an unusual interest in the guy trying on heels.) We decided ona pair of black pumps with a 4 inch narrow spike heel. It was a "stackedheel" and had a peep toe (terms that I just learned). Surprisingly, theywere very comfortable.I wore the heels all day on Saturday and Sunday. I stayed in my apartmentall weekend, however, passing up the chance to go to a bar with my friendson Saturday night. Per Chrissy's orders, I stood as much as. Mom fixed us some breakfast and we ate. This morning Dad rode on the wagon seat with me instead of saddling his horse. We'd only been moving for about an hour when Dad pulled one of the pepperboxes out of his pocket, pusshed it into my ribs and pulled the trigger. I took my right hand pistol and shot him right between the eyes. I heard mother scrambling to get up and see what was going on, but I told her to just stay back there. I stopped the wagon, threw Dad's body over the side and then got.