."What's the time schedule for rendezvous?" demanded Aaron of Chen whose nimble fingers called up the data in an instant. "Even with the new engines, ... wouldn't expect to reach Mars orbit for at least another eight days. Unless the Norwin wish to meet us halfway..," the light tone of the navigator stopped in mid-speech as new readings flashed across his screen.It was almost as if the Norwin had grown impatient at the snails pace of the Earth ship. Their great stony vessel moving out of Mars. Don't let your aunt and cousin burden themselves with everything. Make yourself useful for once." The tone he used was as flat as it had always been and his piercing gaze looked at you as a whole instead of trying to form eye contact. Maybe he had one last good look so he could remember you. After all, avoiding a tan during a summer heat, on an open field no less, is impossible. And if his threat of field work holds true, you may finally know what being muscular is like. If everything goes. I start to wonder why I got involved in all of this. It is making me crazy. What if I would have told Pete I thought he was sick tying his loving wife up like that and to let her go. I would have the laugh now. I would have spoiled their plan to get me involved. I could be the one in control. I could have had Pete arrested! I suddenly feel powerful. It's my turn to be in control. I get up and close the door to my office. I pick up the phone and call Amber. She answers the phone, it sounds like. She could see nothing. Only the never-ending gush exiting her menstruating pussy kept her present. The sickly stench of sloughed-off flesh seeped under her, over her, completely encased her. She became aware, slowly, of a viscous liquid creeping in from the edges of the wax casing. Piping hot, she felt it rush in, rising, threatening to submerge her. She struggled against her lustrous prison but remained melded in place.A bell could be heard reverberating in the distance. A constant low note.