When he realized what he’d said he blushed bright red and she laughed at his discomfort.
“Oh really Jack how hard is it?” she said teasingly. He turned a deeper shade of red and quickly ducked his head under the desk and pretended to be busy connecting wires. They did not talk about what had happened between them and now because time had passed since the ‘event’ he was shy about it.
She giggled at his discomfort. She could never figure out why some guys were so uncomfortable talking about something so basic to human beings. She and her friends talked about boys and sex from when they were preteens and two of her friends were fourteen when they first tried it with actual boys. It was usually the nerdy ones like Jack that came to it late in their teens or even twenties. She stopped herself from teasing him more; after all, she thought, he was trying to make her feel better. He was a nice guy and unlike most of the guys she knew he was at least trying. She had no practical experience with sex herself so she was being disingenuous by acting superior to him where that was concerned. She was always skinny and flat chested growing up and there weren’t many boys that were interested in her, at least none that she was interested in.
“So what’s with the computer?” she asked. He was relieved to be on a different subject and he looked up at her from under the desk.
“If I can boot it up there might be useful plans or technical data for Jericho One on it. Jerry needs it for figuring out what to do and to teach me how to fly it.” She noticed that when he talked to her his eyes kept dropping to the front of her bathrobe. She leaned in closer to him to look at the screen and she let the front of her robe open up a little. She did not have to look at him to see if he noticed she felt the heat of his gaze upon her bare skin and it gave her goose bumps. “There is something I didn’t tell you,” she said, “when I was a kid my dad had a Cessna 185.” He shifted his gaze to look at her face waiting for her to explain what she meant.
“Do you know what that is?” she said. He shook his head no.
“It’s an airplane.” He continued to look at her blankly his mind clearly on something else.
“I know how to fly an airplane,” she said putting it together for him.
He looked at her face and it took him another few seconds but he managed to say.
“You know how to fly an airplane?”
“Well you don’t have to act so surprised lots of women fly.”
“Ah, like do you have like a license and everything?” he said, confused by this new information.
“Why? Do you think I’ll need one?” she laughed at his amazed expression.
“Wait, you told me you were afraid of heights,” he said.
“I am, my fear was partly the reason why my dad bought the plane, to help me get over it, and also because he wanted one,” she said smiling.
He stood up and looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She could not read what was on his mind until his face broke into an excited grin.
“This could work,” he said,” I mean actually work.”
She watched his face as the impact of this news continued to dawn on him.
“Well the flying part yes probably,” she said, “but the rest of it, the space stuff, I don’t know anything about that.”
Without realizing what he was doing he came to her and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.
“Oh my God we can do this we can really do this,” he said. His tone was incredulous.
Sara hugged him back grinning at his infectious excitement. Yes we can, she thought, dam right we can.
Steve was happy to hear about Sara’s flying experience and they were talking about flying small aircraft as Jack left to search the hanger for the mainframe and backup power supply. He found a diesel generator around the back of the building but it was out of fuel and would not start. He figured it must have started automatically when the power went out and run
“Oh really Jack how hard is it?” she said teasingly. He turned a deeper shade of red and quickly ducked his head under the desk and pretended to be busy connecting wires. They did not talk about what had happened between them and now because time had passed since the ‘event’ he was shy about it.
She giggled at his discomfort. She could never figure out why some guys were so uncomfortable talking about something so basic to human beings. She and her friends talked about boys and sex from when they were preteens and two of her friends were fourteen when they first tried it with actual boys. It was usually the nerdy ones like Jack that came to it late in their teens or even twenties. She stopped herself from teasing him more; after all, she thought, he was trying to make her feel better. He was a nice guy and unlike most of the guys she knew he was at least trying. She had no practical experience with sex herself so she was being disingenuous by acting superior to him where that was concerned. She was always skinny and flat chested growing up and there weren’t many boys that were interested in her, at least none that she was interested in.
“So what’s with the computer?” she asked. He was relieved to be on a different subject and he looked up at her from under the desk.
“If I can boot it up there might be useful plans or technical data for Jericho One on it. Jerry needs it for figuring out what to do and to teach me how to fly it.” She noticed that when he talked to her his eyes kept dropping to the front of her bathrobe. She leaned in closer to him to look at the screen and she let the front of her robe open up a little. She did not have to look at him to see if he noticed she felt the heat of his gaze upon her bare skin and it gave her goose bumps. “There is something I didn’t tell you,” she said, “when I was a kid my dad had a Cessna 185.” He shifted his gaze to look at her face waiting for her to explain what she meant.
“Do you know what that is?” she said. He shook his head no.
“It’s an airplane.” He continued to look at her blankly his mind clearly on something else.
“I know how to fly an airplane,” she said putting it together for him.
He looked at her face and it took him another few seconds but he managed to say.
“You know how to fly an airplane?”
“Well you don’t have to act so surprised lots of women fly.”
“Ah, like do you have like a license and everything?” he said, confused by this new information.
“Why? Do you think I’ll need one?” she laughed at his amazed expression.
“Wait, you told me you were afraid of heights,” he said.
“I am, my fear was partly the reason why my dad bought the plane, to help me get over it, and also because he wanted one,” she said smiling.
He stood up and looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She could not read what was on his mind until his face broke into an excited grin.
“This could work,” he said,” I mean actually work.”
She watched his face as the impact of this news continued to dawn on him.
“Well the flying part yes probably,” she said, “but the rest of it, the space stuff, I don’t know anything about that.”
Without realizing what he was doing he came to her and wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight.
“Oh my God we can do this we can really do this,” he said. His tone was incredulous.
Sara hugged him back grinning at his infectious excitement. Yes we can, she thought, dam right we can.
Steve was happy to hear about Sara’s flying experience and they were talking about flying small aircraft as Jack left to search the hanger for the mainframe and backup power supply. He found a diesel generator around the back of the building but it was out of fuel and would not start. He figured it must have started automatically when the power went out and run
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