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To Mars and Back in Ninety Days
paltemalte writes "A new means of propelling spacecraft being developed at the University of Washington could dramatically cut the time needed for astronauts to travel to and from Mars and could make humans a permanent fixture in space. In fact, with magnetized-beam plasma propulsion, or mag-beam, quick trips to distant parts of the solar system could become routine, said Robert Winglee, a UW Earth and space sciences professor who is leading the project."
Princess. That's what daddy said 'Regina' meant, and that's how she was treated all her life. Having never been denied anything, she now had to ask permission to eat, drink, use the toilet or have an orgasm.
Yet she'd never felt so serene, so warmly content, so whole- as if submitting and obeying him were hard wired into her brain. Carlo's dominance filled a large empty space deep inside her.
She lay back passively while he attached a short, strong chain from the ornate, iron headboard to the cuffs on her wrists. She knew she would have plenty of time tonight to ponder the cosmic justice of a 'rich bitch' becoming the love slave of a former landscape contractor.
With her wrists securely fastened, he went to the foot of the bed, took a slim ankle in each hand, and pulled her roughly, until the chain and her arms were taut. He looked at her long slender feet with the perfect pedicure and considered a bit of foot torture, then decided against it. "The night is young" he thought to himself.
Spreading her shapely legs uncomfortably wide apart, he secured each ankle strap to more chains connected under the bed. Finally, he took two thick king size pillows, told her to lift her bottom off the bed, and pushed them under her soft smooth ass.
Stepping back he saw his little Regina awkwardly arched, small firm breasts with nipples hard and protruding, pussy with its fine downy hair thrust upward. He nodded to himself approvingly.
"Shall we begin little one?" he asked.
"Y...yes, I suppose" the trembling girl whispered.
"You don't sound very enthused my dear. What do you desire?"
"Only to please you, s...sir" she said a bit louder.
He smiled and went to get what he needed from the bathroom, in a moment he returned with a large ceramic bowl of hot water, washcloth, old fashioned shaving mug and soap, brush, and straight razor. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, but bit her lip and said nothing.
He soaked the washcloth and draped it, steaming, on her gaping crotch. "Ouch!" she yelped at the sudden sting on her delicate vulva and tried in vain to wiggle away from it.
Ignoring this, he dipped the brush in the water, put it in the mug and began swirling it around, making a thick lather. Removing the washcloth, he energetically rubbed the soap on Regina's mound, lips, down her sex almost to her anus. She was relieved to have the hot cloth off her, and it was quite pleasant to feel the warm slippery brush against her cunt and clit. Seeing her enjoyment, he continued rubbing a bit longer than necessary, but not to the point where she would cum.
As he opened the razor, the fear once again returned to her eyes, and just as she was about to speak, he began to shave her.
Carlo gently tugged the lips out and over one at a time as his skilled hands scraped the blade over the tender skin. "Be very still now my pet, I do not wish to cut you" he told the quivering girl. First one then the other labia was revealed under the thin layer of shaving cream. He worked forward and up from her tiny rosebud of an asshole to her cunt lips, scraping and wiping the blade, scraping and wiping, always sure to hold the shiny instrument so she could get a good, terrifying look at it. Finally he ended with a few deft strokes on her mound, and folded the antique razor.
Carlo didn't rush the process, loving this slow intimate time with her. It was she who grew impatient, anticipating what would come next.
He took the warm washcloth from the bowl and gently wiped the remaining lather from her crotch, the heat and the slow stroking motion fueling her arousal. Putting the washcloth down, he examined her sex closely, his face so close that she could feel his breath on her cunt, and her heart quickened with her growing desire. "Yes, pleassse..." she oozed with the urge for release.
"Almost done" he said. He produced a bottle and unscrewed the cap. As she strained to see what it was she barely got out t
I'm curious...
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Another way to go somewhere.. Now only if we have a reason to go.
And master debaters.
Ron Paul 2012
There's tons of propulsion methods that work great in space but are lousy inside an atmosphere.
PEOPLE ARE STARVING. To hell with the atmosphere. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. We don't have time to debate about a perfect solution -- WE MUST ACT. We must act NOW. Inequity cannot be tolerated. Injustice cannot be tolerated. We may fail, but at least we will have DONE something, and that's what counts. Also it must be done in accordance with international law. No problem can be said to be solved if the solution, however effective it may be, is illegitimate in the eyes of the world community. The international community's tactful, nuanced handling of the Darfur crisis must be a model to us all.