With what she got from a small scholarship and other grants she had been making it. However she had just lost her job and her employer was holding her...last check because of some bogus damage that had occurred in the restaurant one evening when she was on duty. Sounded fucked up to me. I was on the road in less than an hour. It took two hours to get to her town, and I knew she was in class at that time of day, so I went to the restaurant myself. I asked for the manager. This bald little twerp. "How can we do the things we're doing? Did somebody slip a Superman Pill into our food?" The gravity is lighter here," Dani explained, "wherever 'here' is..." They both looked around from their resting position on the bank of the lake."The breeze is coming from that same weird sphere that lets in the water and the sunlight," Jonathan observed."So, it's probably letting air in, too, huh?" Dani conjectured. "That means this whole place is probably an artificial environment of some kind. That's. When I finished, I wrapped the towel around her waist and asked, "May I?"She shook her head in the affirmative, and I dabbed her back and slowly moved down both legs. She lifted one foot at a time so that I could get them too, then turned so that I could take care of her front. I stood and kissed her lips as I moved the towel from her neck down her chest to her pert, A-cup bosom. Up until now, I hadn't spent much time observing her breasts, but now that I was I saw that they were perfectly. Abe and Bob -- Abe being (of course) forty minutes the elder. Nicknamed (also of course) Alpha and Beta. Tall blonds, very Scandinavian, she could tell them apart only because Alpha had a moustache and Beta a significant motorcycling scar on one forearm. After that very first race as a wheel, the twins had declared themselves her official fan club ("Nobody else need apply, membership is closed!") -- embarrassing but nice. Even after many races over many, many months, she knew little about them.