NASA Ames
Today is the big day, I had a long week of dealing with making sure the engine worked great. We installed it the other night, and it was good. Today will be the day that they turn the engine on with the bottom half of the ship.
"This is our rocket engine," I told Staffani.
"Look, how big this thing is," she said.
"Yup," I said.
She had a hard week dealing with her emotions, due to her period, but I mean as the days went on she gotten better. I mean, we had sex on the second day of her period. That seemed to help her.
I understand that she has to deal with an issue, she says she is looking for a new therapist for her disorder, but haven't found on that specializes in it.
"What are you doing down her?" I asked Chloe.
"I was taking pictures to show my mom, I didn't actually help build it, but it's beautiful and I just wanted to show my mom what you guy's made," she said holding up her phone.
"Oh, okay. Well, everyone should be making their way down here in about thirty minutes."
"Thanks," Chloe said looking Staffani up and down as she looked at the engine.
She walked away from us.
"You are smart as hell, you built an spaceship engine?"
"I built and designed the entire shuttle, that's what we also do," I said.
"What?" She turned around.
"Yeah," I laughed.
"That is so damn sexy," she said and my watch went off meaning I needed to take Staffani back to the viewing room with everyone else.
Only my team, and safety were allowed to be on the ground.
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"I am so nervous," I said to Courtney.
"We got this don't worry," she said.
We stood back in the safety zone outside.
"Go ahead," Courtney said to me.
I got on the loud speaker. "Prechill starting," I said and they started the engine.
We stood there for about five minutes before we started hearing a shaking noise.
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