I was also at NASA but in the maintenance department. Sky….the smells which become expected, even if they’re not always pleasant. Gay sex While I found myself, occasionally, with a smile that wouldn’t come off, I was getting bow legged from being fucked too fast as well as too often……a tattoo of the sun on my ass seemed oddly appropriate.All of this was about discovering if there was a “Heliopause” and, if so, what did it do that wasn’t speculations from here on earth. The faster version, which Bill was working on, would go 500,000 mph carrying, as suggested, a crew of two persons; No sexual preference considered. Hovering over a body, that wanted to be fucked, wasn’t a course taught anywhere as simulating, even if very stimulated, lack of gravity on earth is only possible with ropes, cords, pulleys etc. Now, unknown to all but a very few, there were to be two: Bill and me….I’m Trace.All of this was the upshot of years of planning, engineering, thought, discussion as well as, almost an afterthought, the people who would “man” the space craft.
