Based on a post by Elsie Thompson. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.
The Cessna 1 80 came down hard, somewhere on the Polynesian waters; the waves causing it to buck and pitch. The landing might have been successful had not a pontoon brushed against an unseen outcrop of coral just below the water's surface. The airplane lurched onto its side, perching on the coral and rocking unsteadily.
Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Planetary Survey had been right about the unpredictable weather patterns on Carter II. It was barely two days after the pond incident and only three weeks into their stay and the unstable star had apparently entered a cooling period. Cold fronts had rushed in from the polar regions, mixing with the warmer equatorial winds to cause icy rainfall to pelt the HAB in a near constant downpour. Nighttime temperatures plummeted to near freezing. Their shelter was insulated but the thin plasticine walls could only keep out so much of the cold. Complicating matters was the fact that their heating unit had shorted out the day prior when some sort of electric beetle had tried to get its rocks off with the heating element.
Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
As Cadet Cockman regained consciousness, he became aware of two things: the throbbing in his temples and the acrid smell that stung his nose and throat. His blurry vision gradually focused to look about the dimly light cabin. Red emergency lights slowly strobed overhead, bathing the interior in silent pulses of crimson like the inside of a gigantic beating heart. The instrument panel was dead, the viewport a blank oval.
Based on the post by x sociate23, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Space Cadet Curt Cockman stood at rigid attention so that his commanding officer could conduct her rigorous inspection. Captain Bunny Bendover (pronounced Benover, for the D was silent;) was a stern but fair Commanding Officer. She also happened to be hotter than a coronal run around Sol.
Tall, blonde and shapely in her silver Space Command uniform; she was a total dick magnet. She walked stiffly around the much taller cadet, eying his well-muscled physique beneath his skintight uniform. As usual, not so much as a hair out of place. At twenty-three and fresh out of the Space Ranger Academy, the ruggedly handsome Cockman was a poster child for that much venerated group of space-faring men and women.
By Masterful_Husband. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Like a lot of people, I met my wife in college. We were in the same dorm and fell into that common dating circle trap where everyone is dating everyone. It wasn't until we left for separate grad schools that we realized how much we meant to each other. It's ironic that our relationship got more serious as we dated long distance but it worked well for us. I asked her to marry me when we graduated and we were wedded and honeymooning within six months.
I'd say our marriage was idyllic but that would be a lie. There was one issue that kept coming up over and over as a source of friction. My wife would tell you that we were unevenly yoked . I would say, She's religious and I wasn't.
by Senor Longo. Listen
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at Connected.
I drove south until I was able to get onto I-78, following that through Jersey
City to the New Jersey Turnpike. We moved along at a steady pace and fairly
quickly due no small degree to the E-Z Pass I d kept after moving from New York
to North Carolina. We didn t have to stop to get a ticket or to pay at the
southern terminus of the Turnpike, nor did we have to stop in the long lines at
either the Delaware Memorial Bridge or at one of the toll booths on I-95 in
Delaware.
by Senor Longo. Listen
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at Connected.
I had one more thing to do to ensure Jenny s safety and I took the first step
on our drive home from the Wilmington airport, stopping at Walmart in Leland
for a cheap burner phone. I d use this phone for one and only one call that I
made from the parking lot.
One of my early clients was a famous and notorious motorcycle club. Most people
would consider it a gang, especially since almost all of their activities were
strictly illegal. They needed a firewall for their website so they could
conduct clandestine operations without the authorities knowing or hacking into
the site.
by Senor Longo. Listen
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at Connected.
by Senor Longo. Listen
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at Connected.
We left the airport at 12:43
and pulled up in front of the Plaza fifty-one minutes later. The bell staff
couldn t get to our bags fast enough. Ten minutes later we had registered and
were shown into our suite. It was exactly as requested; more than nine floors
above the street with views of Central Park just across the street. I locked
our few valuables in the safe and we removed our clothes to the dresser and
closet.
by Senor Longo. Listen
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It was the sign I saw first. HOMELESS, it said; just some marker on a torn
sheet of cardboard about three feet high and less than two wide. Anything will
help. Please! I looked around at the modern shopping center and the hundreds
of mostly new cars and wondered not for the first time how something like this
could happen. Then I wondered what would happen tonight when the temperature
was supposed to go down to 23; nine degrees below freezing. By this time I had
driven my Honda Accord past the unfortunate guy and was on the way to the
highway.