He turned back to her, stood now in a white and massive brassier and the high girdle that was working hard to containing the obviously big belly, whit... knickers tight over a big fat backside and tan stockings, held up from the girdle by suspender clips over thighs like tree trunks. A vision less like his mother he could not envisage, but an erotic if massive one none the less... By now the peafowl had gone to roost, and the sun was falling over the horizon bathing the world in a ruddy sunset. “So they claimed.”Our stomachs announced that we had missed something. I blushed, he reddened.“I could cook,” I said simultaneously as he said, “Is there someplace decent we could go?”And I said, “That lets out bangers and mash.”I chuckled at his look ... not a clue.I sat up and exited my chair. “Follow me.”I led the way to the kitchenette, he marveled. I opened the cooler and displayed the ‘bangers.’ The potatoes were in the drawer.“Bangers and mash.” I expounded. “Pork sausage and mashed. A blackened skid of charred rock and brush led from the impact point where it sat, steaming. A door on the side of the craft was bent open and a body lay half out of the craft. ‘Ohmigod!’ Thomas shouted, then took off running toward the craft. As he ran, the craft became clearer to him despite the shadows. It was some sort of military aircraft, though one he hadn’t seen before. Its wings and tail had apparently been torn from the main body of the craft and had disintegrated. ‘They test these. He tried not to train her too hard during that time, but sometimes it was unavoidable. To lose days of training actually hurt a fighter over the long run. He nodded his head and went to the sports doctor. He told her of the problem and she laughed. She understood the issue and assured him that it was no problem at all. ‘It’s easy to handle, Marcus, I’ll take care of it for you. Just give me a few minutes.’ She said politely and he nodded his approval. He went back to the locker room to get her.