We boarded the shuttle on the mark, and a bored checker read the countdown for us. I'll never quite get used to it, even though everyone else seemed to. That bone-crushing take- off, over three minutes of agony while the shuttle gets up to speeds of eight miles per second, and climbs to the 225,000 mile orbits of the geosynchronous satellites. Once we were up to speed, though, I checked our flight plan, and then saw to my dismay that we were below speed. We would make the rendevous (those satellites don't really move in that orbit, at least relative to us and the Earth), but were going to approach it slower than planned.
Science Fiction Story Free Fall
Trolls Sex with Cocks Mouths and Tongues [sci-fi]
The troll grabbed the littlest billy goat and threw him down on the soft grass next to the path. He roughly tickled the goat under the forelegs, and rubbed his belly. The littlest billy goat giggled with delight, and kicked his forelegs. He and the troll play-boxed like that, with the littlest goat on his back and the troll straddling him, careful not to squash his playmate. Then the troll leaned down, opened his mouth wide, and seized the goat's muzzle in his teeth. He pushed his tongue through the little goat's willing lips. Then he eased back a bit, so they could play with each other's tongues. The littlest billy goat's mouth tasted of sweet grasses and clover. The troll's mouth tasted of barley and apples and a pie he had stolen a slice of earlier.
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