That extends the detection range by the fourth root of 2,000, about 6.7 times, giving the stations about an 8-mile radius. (Fourth root because it's a... inverse square law going out, and again when coming back.)The military could pump more power into the transmitter. Ten times more power would give the station an 80-mile radius for detecting me.The military wouldn't need to track me continuously. Over the course of several of my flights, they'd be able to get data from whenever I flew over any. Either way, we were short on manpower.These replicators, though, were "standard" off-the-shelf units from the Confederacy, though, admittedly, these would have required some pretty large shelves. Somehow I do not think these would comfortably fit on any of the shelves that can be found in a Costco or Sam's Club.Imagine, if you will, a tuna can twenty seven meters in diameter and six meters thick ... with pieces of an asteroid going into one end to bring raw materials in and a new pod budding. I don't even get many invitations there. And I never get asked out by men like Denny.So I was in meltdown all week and by Friday I was freaking out and ready to cancel. I knew it was going to be a disaster anyway and my biggest problem was how to get out of it now. I decided on the 'Dead Grandma' excuse, one of Kelly's favourites. You could get out of anything with that excuse. I paced up and down in my office for two hours before I could work up the courage to call him to cancel.But as soon as. "If I can't fuck you tonight, I'll fuck you in the morning, think I've had one to many", he said.We ended up back on the bed, John was out for the count so I had my own fun with him, I kissed and caressed him, I gave his fat cock a good sucking, this woke John up and he started to laugh, "that feels fucking good lad", he said, " do anything you want to me, I asked him to lay on his belly, I massaged his broad back for fifteen minutes or so, John drop back off to sleep so I spread his legs and.