Grabbing the florist box and her small evening bag, she slipped her arm through Jack's, and they were off.In the lobby of the hotel they checked their...coats, and Suzanne swept into the ladies' room to pin on her corsage and give one last check to her makeup and hair. Jack stood waiting, rubbing his hands together as much in anticipation as from the cold outside.The party was held in the genteel old ballroom of the Peyton Grand. Creamy white walls flaunted ornate carvings and moldings from a. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of champagne and we took it in turns to swig from the bottle, I felt free, the relief was almost tangible, it was brilliant, absolutely fucking brilliant!"Wait" I shouted and he looked at me in alarm, but I'd suddenly realized that I was wearing designer jeans, I think they cost about two hundred pounds, my blouse must have been a bout a hundred, the shoes at least ninety, even my bloody bra had cost about fifty pounds and if I remembered rightly, my. We both started crying. Melanie turned and was soon lying on me. I reached up and hugged her, intending never to let go again. We were both laughing and crying at the same time.The tears stopped first. Then we both sat up still laughing. "Breakfast?" Melanie asked playfully."Sure! May I?"Melanie blinked. "Oh yeah! It's been so long, I'd forgotten what a great short-order cook you are!" She laughed. "Okay! Surprise me!"We were soon sitting down in her kitchen (my kitchen?!), munching on a big. I had Joe try his machine on a badly burned patient. It worked. He could treat ten patients a day. The delay was due to rehab backlog.We were still treating the more serious injuries with surgery.I talked with Fran and asked her to setup training for the other centaur astronauts/pilots. She was also to rehab the Enterprise. With Joe's machine we would have a load of passengers every ten days. We would need two ships in service. It would be good to have a third ship as a backup. There were two.