Unless we could make someone at NASA listen, we would have to watch the Challenger explode all over again on January 28th.We tried contacting Thiokol,...our Congressman, and finally, NASA before playing dirty. I still had a phone number in my wallet but first I needed backup. There was someone whose honest and frustrated testimony I remembered well from the Roger's commission investigation of the Challenger disaster.Roger Boisjoly was an engineer at Thiokol who had been trying to get the o-rings. Her bursting belly is protruding in a filthy, obscene, sexy way. I sand up, jerking, wanking my rock-hard dick right over her abused, naked body and shoot my cum all over her face and firm erect hard-frozen tits. Huge loads of sperm splashing all over her body, her bloating belly and big firm breasts, piling on her skin and running down onto the snow. I manage to shoot a lot of my hot cum around the funnel and dildo right into her fixed wide open dead eyes. A few spurts splashing in the funnel,. I carried her back to the couch, back to our "talk" place. I could tell very quickly that this had been the right move. She loosened up the death grip and moved her self into my lap.Her mouth was at my ear, and she whispered "Thank you, Sir. Thank you." What exactly are you thanking me for, Baby girl?" You did something I thought would never happen, Sir. You made me feel like I was a woman. More than that, you made me feel wanted, I mean REALLY wanted. What you did was amazing. I'm a wanted. Why did I even go? Rock music blasted out of the house. I used to get into it and Randy Jackson always let me play Led Zeppelin and Lynyrd Skynyrd as loud as I wanted. Now it was Godsmack. Hate rock for my hate mood.I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag on it. "Oh fuck it!" I cursed, flicking the cigarette away. I didn't even like to smoke. They were Jims' smokes. There were hundreds of kids there at the Jackson cabin. About every teen from Redcreeck was there. I hated groups of people, they.