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The night before the scheduled launch of Apollo 19, Michael Partenza was against the wall of the shower screaming into the shower spray as her body vibrated and hummed and burned with sexual pleasure. Schtopaugh Strelnikov was supporting her with his stronger and more powerful upper body as he thrust into her over and over again. Michael turned her head to face Schtopaugh and almost growled, "Oh FUCK yes, here it comes, Fuck me, FUCK ME OH GOOOODDDDD YYYYEEEAAAAAHHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Schtopaugh fired his seed into her as Michael's vaginal muscles worked and clutched his penis. Schtopaugh grunted, "So hot, so good, Yes, MMMMMMMMaaaaaaahhhh." By now, the Russian's arms were tired and so he let Michael down. She stood on wobbly feet still leaning against him and told him in a most unladylike manner, "I gotta piss." "Well, don't take all day, Dear one, so do I." When Michael finished and wiped up, she made room for Schtopaugh to do his business. Even as he did so, she looked at his manhood and told him, "I still can't believe I gave you a blow job." "Neither can I, nor can I believe you were so damned good at it." Well, maybe the fags have got something, you know, only a man knows what a man likes." "Ex-man, my treasure." "Fair enough, don't tell me you're still pissed I wasted your ass in the flight sim this afternoon." "I STILL can't wrap my head around that, and YOU were flying the Fishbed and I was in the F-4!" "Well, it's simple tall dark and hung, you're just a pilot, I am a Naval Aviator." Michael did NOT tell him that she had spent so much time flying against MiG-21's over Vietnam that she knew how they performed down to the inch. She was also mum that the F-4G Phantom had Avionics and targeting systems that the MiG-21 Fishbed did not, and Schtopaugh, who was too accustomed to the MiG-21 simply had not used them. Michael dried herself and dressed leaving the shower room. Then fifteen minutes later, Schtopaugh did the same. Ron Evans walked past them in the hall cocked his head, and then walked on his way. Schtopaugh asked Michael, "Do you think he suspects?" Both astronaut and cosmonaut said at the same time, "NAAAAAHHHHHH!" They laughed together as they walked back to their separate quarters. Early the next morning, after sleeping as if she were a dead woman, Michael Partenza was once again sitting at a breakfast table with her two crewmembers feasting on steak and eggs with glass after glass of juice and milk. Ron looked at her putting away the groceries and told her incredulously, "Jeeze, Commander, you eat like you never saw food before." Major Strelnikov was eating with the same famished ardor, but Evans expected that from the supposedly 'starving Russki'. Both Schtopaugh and Michael looked with poe-faced innocence at Evans and told him, "What?" "Da, what is problem? "Knock it off Major; you speak better English than we do." Neither Michael nor Schtopaugh were breaking cover, and so Evans just nodded and said as he finished his breakfast. "Yeah, well you guys, better watch it, Fred Haise pulled this right before Apollo 13 and ended up ralfing in the Command module" Later as the three were buckled, zipped, and snapped into their suits, the usual jokes flew. "Does anybody want us to bring back a couple of pounds of green cheese?" asked Michael? "Where is Alice, I thought we were supposed to take her to the Moon?" Added Schtopaugh. "That's next mission with Commander Kramden, Major" Rejoined Ron Evans. Michael asked perplexed, "Hang on Schtopaugh, how do you know about "The Honeymooners'?" "Oh, the People's entertainment services bought it on the underground and redubbed it as the story of how exploited and unhappy American workers are under Capitalism. It doesn't hurt that Ralph and Ed are always looking for get rich quick schemes." The Commander answered, "Yeah, I guess those plots DO kind of lend themselves to that kind of thing." Michael bore up under the ordeal of the medical sensors being applied to her breasts, chest, and torso. She no longer had chest hair that needed to be sanded off, and considered that she had it relatively easy by comparison. The men were bare chested, but she wore a brassier. The Tech applying her sensors said apologetically, "Commander, may I?" "Michael blushed and told him, "Sure, go ahead, don't worry about it." He moved the bra cups far enough out of the way to place the sensors on her breast, then moved them back and said, "Sorry, again." "Relax, Kid, it's O.K. At the insistence of the primary crew, the Command/Service module was named "Honeymooner" and the Lunar Excursion Module was named 'Alice'. Michael finished, "Yeah, that makes me wonder how other American shows would play in your country How do they like 'The Beverly Hillbillies?." "Ah, you mean, 'The Running dogs" the story of the poor impoverished American peasants who became the lackeys and yes men of the fat cat boss Drysdale." "Wow." Michael exclaimed. The three crewmembers walked the walk of giants on their way to the big truck that would take them to the launch pad. When the three were belted into the Command module couches, Michael saw the cardboard sign. "NO HANDBALL PLAYING IN THIS AREA" She handed it to John Young and told him with a chuckle, "Yes, Sir, We have been advised." One launch tech cinched Partenza's straps tight across her breasts and she winced, "Ooof, hey, if NASA lets you go, you can always get work at Gunter's house of pain." The mood turned professional as the Command module pilot and the Mission Commander began preflighting the ship for launch. As before, the countdown had been running constantly since a month ago. Now however it once more approached the "Bread and circuses" number. The hatch was closed and sealed and the launch personnel got the hell out of dodge. When the pad was clear Commander Partenza CSM pilot, Evans and Mission Specialist Strelnikov heard, "T-Minus ten" The launch vehicle switched to self-contained systems. "Nine" The redundant safety checks ran their course. "Eight" The countdown ticked away and as it reached , "Two" Commander Partenza asked Evans and Strelnikov, "Can you fellahs believe they PAY us to do this?" Strelnikov told her, "Nyet, I would pay them." "Don't let Deke, here you say that, His ass will show up on the deck of the retrieval carrier with a damn bill" "Capitalist pig" "SO you've met Deke." Strelnikov laughed at that. "We have ignition." Commander Partenza told Strelnikov, "Hold on to your ass." The brand new and very recently purchased Saturn V launch vehicle lifted itself off the pad and commenced to climb into the sky. CM pilot Evens called out altitude and angle as the ship climbed. The gravity on the three Star voyagers increased until they though it would break bones. Then without warning, it stopped and the three could feel weightlessness. Mission Specialist Strelnikov's first comment was, "That was a lot smoother than a Vostok." The three skinned out of their Pressure suits and this left them in their flight whites. Evans' and Partenza's shoulders were decorated with the American flag, and Strelnikov's with the red Hammer and Sickle banner. All three wore the Apollo 19 mission patch. It showed Artemis the hunter overlooking the moon and the motto was "The stars our ramparts" The Capsule communicator, Jim Lovell, hailed them after the CSM and LEM were united into one ship and placed on course toward their target body. All three did the checklist for the CSM the LEM and the Mission payload. This mission was public as the first mission, not only carrying an American woman, but also Commanded by a woman. Shortly before the broadcast, Michael was floating behind the launch couches with her suction coned relief tube over her vagina empting her bladder, as she finished the procedure, she muttered, "Wonder if John and Jane Q. Public would like to see that." At the correct time, Commander Partenza turned on the Hasselblad camera and pointed it at herself, telling it, and by extension, the viewers. "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea, and hello from Apollo 19. I am your hostess, Mission Commander, Michael Partenza. Let me introduce you around, this is Command module pilot Ron Evans of Apollo 17 and 18 fame," Evans was presently upside down relative to the camera's perspective, and waved grinning, "Hello, everybody, how come you're all upside down?" Partenza turned the camera away from the mugging and rubber facing Evans and toward Mission specialist Strelnikov. "And on that note, we have our Mission specialist, Major Schtopaugh Strelnikov, our delegate from our new partners in peace, the U.S. S. R. If his name gives anyone a problem, just say 'Steven Hunter' that is what his name means going from Russian to English," Schtopaugh waved and said gamely, "Zdravstvy, Amerika, and thanks for the lift, I am just so happy to be here," He then flipped himself to be at the same orientation as Evans and said, "Say, Pilot Evans is right, you guys ARE all upside down." The broadcast concluded with a brief primer on space travel and the physics of a vacuum for America's schoolchildren. When the camera was secured, the comm light blinked green in a prechosen pattern, Commander Partenza picked up the vox and said, "Beta flight, this is Alpha flight we have you on parallel orbit, is that you Agent Torgeson?" Affirmative, Commander Partenza, we will reach parallel course in three hours. "Partenza looked out window one of CSM Honeymooner and said over her plantronix headset, "I have you on instrumentation as well as mark one eyeball." Beta flight was the third stage of a Saturn V launch vehicle specially customized to serve as a lunar orbital Overwatch station. It carried no Lunar module and it's CSM was fused to the third stage. Agent Torgeson was alone in the craft and would remain there until Apollo 20 retrieved him on it's way back from the final Apollo mission. Or so Partenza thought. The design of Beta flight was very specific. It was fitted for orbital bombardment, resupply drops and if need be nuclear assault of an oncoming enemy. If need be, Vernest Torgeson would go down with Beta flight for the sake of protecting the Earth. Michael thought about that, and muttered, "Talk about commitment to cause." As the two ships approached the Moon, Evans looked at Partenza and Strelnikov and told them, "O.K., campers, here's the rules, when you two get down to the Moon, you will NOT I say again NOT be fucking in the Lunar module, do you get me?" Partenza, and Strelnikov looked at him and the expression on their faces was obvious. For her, red-faced embarrassment, for him, defiant pride. Michael spoke first. "You knew about that?" "Yes, Commander, I knew about that, hell I am surprised we weren't getting calls from fucking Disney world about the damned noise." "I, uh, well, I am surprised no one mentioned it, before now." "Well Commander, happy bottom, as far as that goes, I would not expect either of you to be on Apollo 20, if there is one. As it is, the two of you have NASA and the C.I.A. painted into a corner, don't you?" At that point, Commander Partenza remembered the metaphorical three gold bands on her metaphorical sleeve cuff and told Evans, "That will do. Major Strelnikov and I are both professional officers and we both know better than to endanger this mission by having sex during its progress. In regard to another matter, Lieutenant Commander Evans you will keep a civil and respectful tone in your head regarding the private affaires of a superior officer. Do you understand me.?" Ronald Elwinn Evans looked at the woman floating in front of him and realized that she was still Commander Michael Partenza, U.S. Navy. "Yes, Ma'am, I understand, it will not happen again." "Good man, now we need to prep for lunar orbit insertion and get ready to send Strelnikov and me down to the surface. You understand that you'll be docking with Beta flight and arraigning any supply drop. We might need "Yes, Ma'am." "Good man, let's get this done." Schtopaugh watched in secret pride as Michael dressed down an imprudent subordinate in a proper and professional fashion, never becoming shrill or at all improper. She was an officer, through and through and it only made him hard for her to think of this woman as the same woman who had only a few days ago had her lips around his pecker, sucking it as if it were an ice cream pop. The body hugging fit of her flight whites did not hurt either. Strelnikov realized that now, all he had to do was his damnedest to be worthy of her. Michael led the way into the Lunar Excursion Module and suited up in her extra vehicular activity suit. Inside the L.E.M. Strelnikov did the same in silence save for verbal acknowledgments of her orders. The L.E.M. separated and began the descent to the Mare Procellarum As it came down precisely on target, Commander Partenza told Houston over the radio link, "Houston, this is Forward Operating Base. Artemis. We are on station." Commander Partenza was all business. Major Strelnikov matched her temperament. Both officers knew this was a combat zone, but Partenza knew it in her belly. This was her second 'cruise' 'on planet' and she was ready to rock and roll. Their E.V.A. suits for this mission were different. For one they were partial hard suits, for another they had been grounded against a specific type of bioelectricity. They had special built in holsters for their GAUSE pistols and their exo packs had hooks and latches to hold their GAUSE rifles. Partenza hid in the shadow of the LEM with her suit's heaters cranked. Strelnikov did the standard EVA setup of instrumentation and solar banks. While he did so, he said over his suit mic. "Goodness me, I am just a brave but na?ve human cosmonaut, I hope nothing bad happens to me as I fiddle fuck around with my toys." Strelnikov was out there for 20 minutes, and Partenza was starting to get chilly in the shadow of the L.E.M.despite her heated suit, when two silver/grey humanoid sack-suits slowly approached the landing site. They moved slowly, but it was apparent that their target was Strelnikov. They did not know Partenza was there. When they were close enough Strelnikov wanted to shoot, but Partenza told him, "Wait, where's Curly? We got Larry and Moe, where the hell is Curly, these fuckers move in threes." Partenza saw the third sack-suit at the edge of the LZ and snapped off a shot at its head. That was Strelnikov's cue to shoot the second closest. This left the closest and Strelnikov tackled it. It tried to electrocute the Russian, but in the grounded suit, the attempt was futile. Strelnikov restrained it and Commander Michael Partenza walked/hopped out of the shadow of the LEM. She stood over it and told it, "Do you remember me, you little son of a bitch?" "O.K. Mission Specialist, let's get that 'payload' to the 'activity site' and get this done." "What about our little friend?" "Oh, him? His little grey ass is coming with us. We are gonna leave this little shit with Agent Torgeson. I think that will work out real nice." She took the device from the being's hand and doped it out by eye how it worked. Once she had done so, she placed the device on it's face and shocked it into unconsciousness. Then she looked at Mission Specialist Strelnikov and told him, "Payback's a bitch and so am I!" They placed the alien in a specially designed catch harness with a jet pack style propellant package. Schtopaugh activated it and it sent their little friend into lunar orbit. Vernest Torgeson would do an EVA and pick it up. Then an Apollo-Soyuz joint craft would retrieve both Torgeson and the prisoner and return them to Earth. Driving up to the approximate area, Strelnikov realized that they would not know how to open the door or hatch or whatever it was. Partenza told him, "We're gonna park over there, behind that rise and wait for the boys in Munchkin Land to wonder where the Marx brothers went, then when they pop out to see what they can see, we're in there." "Yes, Ma'am." Several minutes later, the pie slice shaped section of lunar soil opened upward and three silver-grey sack-suits came out into the light. Seeing them, Partenza gunned the L.R.V. and Strelnikov Shot the lead creature with his GAUSE pistol. The other two were too paralyzed with confusion to do much other than get run over by Partenza. Strelnikov quipped, "Is this a good time to mention woman drivers?" "Nope." There was not much time and their movements had to be deliberate and slow as they moved the package inside the underground hold. NASA and Langley determined that the tunnels were expansive, but only one level of them existed. This meant that placing the device inside the hatch would effectively collapse the system. Partenza Moved deeper into the tulles while Major Strelnikov set up the device. Perhaps it was risky, but Michael Partenza needed to know how, She needed to know WHY, why had they done this thing to her. Commander Partenza moved into the slanted and planed walls of the enemy base watching for their personnel. The floor and ceiling and walls were smooth almost freakishly so as if cut by laser. Partenza did her best to stay in shadows and alcoves, but even so, she saw one of the grey Zeta Reticulans moving through the next hall. It was carrying a tray of strange looking instruments and did not seem to see her. She followed it at a discrete distance. Her diligence was rewarded when she found a large room almost identical to the one she first woke up in on that terrible day. Perhaps it was the same one. On the strange recessed table, was a humanoid form screaming and writhing in unspeakable agony under the wet almost alive looking over skin. Partenza was horrified. This was happening to someone else. Some other poor bastard was having his entire world torn away. Partenza opened fire with her Gauss rifle and fired at the three Zeta Reticulans, the flechette rounds lanced out on a line of sight trajectory and struck their targets. The aliens died as the tiny metal projectiles tore into their bodies and turned their internal organs to mush. When she saw them dead, Partenza moved toward the table and tore the skin from the table. The sight of a naked human woman with very short hair unconscious greeted Commander Partenza on the table. She told Major Strelnikov, "Major we need an EVA suit right now, the bastards did it to another one, and we need to get him out before we blow this place." "Da, I copy that I'll have Torgeson ship one down and get it to you." "Did the door close on us?" "Da, but I got one of the openers from a Zulu Romeo, He doesn't need it anymore." "Roger that, we're coming to you. Partenza looked around at the strange, alien tools and instrumentation. Could it fix her, could it make her the way she was before,... there was no time. There was just no time. Commander Partenza grabbed double handfuls of the ZR hand tools and devices and shoved them into her EVA suit's pockets. NASA and Langley would want to see this stuff. Then she helped the woman off the table and told her, "Come on, you need to walk, I know it hurts, I know your scared, but we have to get out of here!" Partenza and her new companion made their way through the tunnels and back to the gate. The Commander had to dodge incidental enemy scientists and navigate the twisty turny corridors, but now, there were more than two lives at stake. Whomever this poor bastard had been he did NOT deserve to die in a nuclear fire. When she reached the pressurized portion of the gated hallway she looked down to the end and saw Strelnikov was no longer there, but the body of a ZR was. It was deader than dead and Strelnikov took all of it's toys with him. She said over her suit mic, "Schtopaugh, you gotta let me know when you're coming so we can get under cover, this one is naked as the day he was born. "Roger that, Commander, The suit is on the way, can you hold until I get there?" "I'd better, Get here quick." "On the way" Commander Partenza figured out that there was a strange force barrier at one end of the hall. It kept the air in the base from evacuating through the open door, but it would not hold against a stronger force, such as a nuclear initiation. She left her new companion there while she checked the nuke. It was on standby. She moved back to behind the barrier and removed her helmet. When she did, she looked at the young woman with a young man's hair cut. "Hey, hey, look at me, kiddo, what's your name?" The young naked woman was disoriented, frightened, and confused, but she said, "Joe Bradley, I'm Joe Bradley, My name's Joe Bradley, I'm Joe Bradley,.." Partenza knew the younger woman was teetering on the edge of madness and so she shook her and told her, "My name is Commander Michael Partenza, United States Navy, NASA, I'm with Apollo 19 and we're gonna get you out of here, and then we're gonna blow this place to hell." "They, they, duh-did thuh-this to you too," "They sure did, now come on, you have to track with me, my partner is coming back with an EVA suit for you, we're gonna get it on you, then we're leaving." As they waited, six sack suits came out of the deep tunnels and Partenza killed them, but had to change the mag on her rifle. Under her helmet, she wore the black and white headset that held her double mic'ed comm set, over the earphones she heard. "I am coming, Commander, Torgeson sent me the suit, how is our new friend?" "He'll, live, but you better put a rush on, the ZR's are getting froggy in here." "Roger that, I am nearly there, wait one." Joe Bradley looked at his hand and said, "My ring, they took my ring, where's my wedding ring?" "Partenza went white with horror, "Oh Jesus, you were married, Jesus god they did this to a married man, please tell me you don't have kids." "Tuh-two, a boy anna girl." "FUCK!" Strelnikov spoke over the comm "Commander, the door is opening now." "We're behind the disaster line, do the do." "The hatch opened and Strelnikov manhandled the suit into the hall carrying it to Partenza and the civilian." Partenza opened the suit and told Joe, "O.K., Mr Bradley you need to help me get you into this thing, and then we'll get you back to the LEM and home." "Commander, will the LEM carry three of us?" "I don't know, it fucking better or we'll all fucked." "Torgeson is transferring additional supplies to 'Honeymooner' for a total of four of us to get home on." "Then all we need to do is get up there." "Da" The two space voyagers dressed Joe Bradley in the spare EVA suit, which looked as if it had been put together from NASA's hand-me-downs. It was not perfect, but it would get Bradley to the LEM. When they had him, dressed Partenza told Strelnikov, "I'm gonna take Joe back to the LEM you get our little present ready for these pricks." "Yes, Commander, your order will be executed with efficiency and enthusiasm." "I'll come back for you, Schtopaugh,-" "No-" when he said it, it sounded like 'Noh' "You have to preflight the ship, we have to get out of here, I'll get back in time." There was more tenderness and affection in her voice than there should have been as she told him, "You better, you lousy Commie bastard." "I will you Capitalist whore." Partenza moved toward the door with Joe and told him how to walk. They reached the rover and Partenza belted her passenger in. She sat in the driver's seat and peeled out. The rooster tail she left in her wake was a sad bad joke compared to what it would have been on Earth, but with no atmosphere, it would be. When she reached the Landing Zone Partenza had to help Joe into the ship, then leaving it unpressurized for Schtopaugh's arrival she preflighted the ship. As she finished she saw Joe had fallen unconscious in his suit. That was just as well. She shouted over the Comm, "Major, damn it, get your ass back here!' "I am on the way,-" She could here he was running by the effort in his voice. He was probably doing long loping jumps to maximize his speed. A few moments later, she saw him bound over the horizon He arrived and in he climbed. When the hatch on the LEM was sealed Partenza pressurized the cabin and counted, "Liftoff in, five, four three, two, one." The LEM sat there for agonizing seconds before lifting off and heading for high lunar orbit. When it reached high orbit, Partenza looked out the window at the mare Procellarum. She saw a massive expanse of it collapse as if in a Moonquake. The Apollo 19 LZ was on the edge of the area and the American and Soviet flags fell from the tremor. Major Strelnikov looked at it and told Partenza, "Nothing lives down there, not now." There was dark loathing in Partenza's voice as she answered, "Good" Spoke over the vox and told them, "LEM Alice, I have you on profile making ready to dock, my gimbals are good, instruments are green you are at speed. Matching speed and altitude now." "Partenza moved the LEM into proper alignment and answered, "Five by five, 'Honeymooner' we show matching Angles and speed." The two ships moved closer to each other. Their perceived slowness was only relative to each other as they were actually moving at thousand of miles per hour. Finally, in an approach, that was almost a slow teasing dance, Alice and Honeymooner achieved hard dock. Unlike previous trips, the upper strange of the LEM would be brought back with them to enhance their life support capacity. They would jettison 'Alice' when they ditched the Service module. As Partenza opened the docking tunnel, Evans told her, "O.K. I got some extra LOX packs from Torgie in Beta Flight. He also gave me some extra CO2 scrubbers to account for our new passenger.." Strelnikov brought the spare suit in and cracked the helmet seal. It revealed an unconscious woman with a man's short black hair parted on the right. Ron was about to remove the suit from the passenger when Partenza told him, "Listen, Ronny, why don't you and Schtopaugh go get the samples from the LEM and secure the other stuff, I think I better do this." Evans was unsure, but then realized. The man in the patchwork suit was entitled to some privacy. Evans and Strelnikov made themselves scarce in the LEM as Michael started removing the suit from Joe Bradley. When the young transformee was once more naked, Michael put his arms by his side and moved his legs together so that she could slide him into a spare sleep couch. When that had been done, Commander Michael Partenza opened the vox to speak with Houston. She could feel the irony and pathos as she told CapCom Jim Lovell, "Houston, ...We have a problem." Jim Lovell answered, "Mike, Mission Specialist Torgeson told us about your passenger, is he OK?" "Jim, the passenger is healthy, but,...he isn't a 'he' anymore." "Don't worry, Mike we'll get things ready down here we confirmed a missing person named Joe Allen Bradley that went missing two days ago from Honolulu, Hawaii. His wife reported him." "Well, you and the spooks need to figure out what to tell her and his kids. I don't think they're going to be too happy about having two mommies. While we're at it have you got a new reentry program figured out for Mr. Bradley's additional weight?" "Mike We're efforting that right now, we ought to have something for you by the time you get back." "Roger that, Jim" Michael logged off. She knew she could depend on Jim. He knew what it was like to be in similar straits and would not let them down. Mr. Barnes stirred in the sleep couch and mumbled. "Marjorie, I can explain,...Those are mine." Then Joe awakened with a start and looked around. "Hello Mr. Bradley, I don't know if you remember, but I am,-" "The girl Astronaut with the man's name." "That's right, Mr. Bradley. We're on the way home now." "Why did this happen to me, why did those,...things, do this to me?" Michael spoke with sincerity, "I don't know, Mr. Bradley. I don't know why they did it to me either, but we have one of them now. We took a prisoner. You can bet when that piece of shit gets back to earth, we'll ask him some questions." "My wife, my family,...what happens to them, they won't,...understand." "I don't know, Mr. Bradley, we're working on that." Can you do me a favor?" "Name it." "Stop calling me, that. Stop calling me 'Mr Bradley' My voice is too high and I don't have my balls anymore. I don't think I get to be a 'Mr.' anymore." "All right, may I call you 'Joe'?" "You might as well, Commander." "Joe, we're on our way home now, we'll be there in about three days." "I have to spend three days buck naked in this bag. How am I even supposed to go to the toilet?" "Well, there's a system for that. I tested it out and it works for women too." "This stinks, this stinks on ice." "I know, Joe, I know. Listen, try and sleep as much as you can, O.K., buddy?" "Oh yeah, sure, like it's just that easy." Ron and Schtopaugh finish screwing around In the LEM as much as they could and returned to the Command Module. Ron looked at the resting Joe Bradley and asked, Michael, "What the hell is that guy supposed to do? No way is his wife going to deal with this, and his kids? Shit, no way would my kids deal with this." "Yeah, the only thing that helped me deal with having to build a new life was that I didn't have much of an old one, I don't have any idea what he's supposed to do." Schtopaugh added in his own two cents, "We're going to have to watch that guy. We won't be able to leave him alone for even a second." Michael thought for a second and then had a sudden vision of Joe opening the main hatch of the CSM and killing them all in a suicide move. "Yeah, you're right, I'll take first watch, then Ron, then you. We'll keep him from doing himself and oh by the way, the three of us in." Over the next three days, Joe Bradley slept a great deal, mostly due to being sedated by the meds they drew from Vernest Torgeson. Torgeson for his part caught a ride from a Soviet Soyuz capsule and would land in the U.S.S.R. The prisoner would be transferred from the U.S.S.R. to the U.S. with him to guard it. The Soviets were probably even now being told of Bradley and were no doubt shocked by it. Joe Bradley's weight turned out to not be much of a problem. Not when they expected to be carrying over 200 pounds of moon rocks and carried only 75 pounds of ZR equipment. In earth orbit, the upper stage of LEM 'Alice" was undocked from CSM 'Honeymooner, and then the Service module disconnected from the Command module. The three Star voyagers and one civilian endured the reentry with three cases of professional aplomb and one case of complete unconsciousness. Because of their cargo, the entire 'Honeymooner capsule was lifted out of the ocean and carried by a Sikorsky super lifter to the deck of the U.S.S. Constellation. The Afterdeck of the Aircraft carrier was cleared of all personnel not cleared to be Knowledgeable and the main hatch opened as men in black utilities accepted the silver cases of alien tech from Commander Partenza and Major Strelnikov. Then Commander Partenza debarked followed by Major Strelnikov and Pilot Ron Evans. After that, the men in black utilities reached in and lifted out Mr. Joseph Allen Bradley late of Honolulu Hawaii. To say that Michael, Schtopaugh, and Ron were debriefed would be to blunder into comical understatement. Over the course of the voyage, they were asked about everything they saw and did, then they were asked AGAIN. Then just to keep things interesting, they were asked a third time. By the time the U.S.S. Constellation reached the U.S. Naval base at Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, Michael Ron and Schtopaugh realized that that the people who made such decisions were now positive that Michael and Schtopaugh were deep blue heroes of the history book variety, deserving of laurels and accolades and steak and all the trimmings. It was the trimmings that blew Commander Partenza and Major Strelnikov out of their socks. For acts of courage and intrepidity in the field against a hostile force, in service of the United States and in keeping with the highest traditions of the service, Commander Michael Gabriel Partenza would receive the Congressional Medal of Honor. For acts in service to the proletariat of the motherland and for acting for the greater good without regard for his own welfare, Major Schtopaugh Dumovitch Strelnikov is to be recognized as one of the people's heroes and decorated with the Order of Lenin. Ron Evans and Michael Partenza were on deck as the Constellation entered Pearl Harbor. When the big ship passed the memorial to the U.S.S. Arizona, the two of them came to attention and saluted. Partenza was leaking tears. Evans said nothing as he was choked up as well. Strelnikov came on deck then and saw where they were. Took his hat off and bowed his head. To his mind, heroes slept there. Immortal heroes that would sleep forever. When the ship docked, the three Astronauts debarked into special staff cars that would take them to Hickam Air Force Base. From there, they would go to McCord Air Force base in California, and then to Kirtland Air force base in Albuquerque New Mexico. K.A.F.B. was home to the 4900th bomb group as well as Sandia National Laboratories and the Southwest NBC research center. It also had the finest and deepest underground bunker in four states. The place was practically tailor made to serve the needs of Project Rampart. Michael knew the Base as he passed through it on his way to Lovelace medical center when HE was checked out prior to Apollo 18. She liked Albuquerque chiefly because it had the highest concentration of fine restaurants of any city on Earth. Michael was surprised to learn that Joe Bradley was coming with them rather than reunite with his family. That made sense, actually. Lovelace medical center would be able to check him out nine ways from Sunday and learn just what was going on. When Michael finally landed at Kirkland A.F.B. she found her clothing and belongings waiting for her. Dry cleaned fluffed and folded just as nice as she pleased. They did not even starch her panties. Michael went to her new quarters in the base's Bachelor Officer's quarters and found her stuff waiting. She elected to take this chance to grab a long needed shower. As she showered, she remembered her last good long hot shower,...with Schtopaugh Strelnikov. She could not help soaping up her breasts and massaging them. She tweaked her nipples and caressed her skin running her hands over her own body imagining that they were his hands. Michael rubbed and massaged her pubic mound and vulva the way HE did and penetrated her vulva and vagina with her middle finger, index finger, and ring finger trying to match the thickness of Schtopaugh's penis. The first meeting of Project Rampart would not occur until the next day at 0700, so she had time. Michael rubbed her breasts with one hand while she frigged herself busily achieving first one, then two then a third orgasm as she screamed, YEAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAGAAAAADHD!" She was surprised at herself for doing that, until she realized, it was a badly needed tension breaker after the most recent mission. Felling those orgasms and the pink and purple pleasure she gave herself reminded her that she was still alive. Commander Partenza dressed in her tan class 'a' uniform with the skirt and jacket and billed pillbox cap. By now, she was used to wearing slip, hose, and heels, although wearing the heels was easier than she thought it would be. The trick turned out to be that you just had to NOT make a bug deal out of it. Commander Partenza almost walked out of the door, before seeing the purse out of the corner of her eye. She snatched it up ruefully and looped the strap over her shoulder. She then closed and locked the door. Partenza walked out to the parking lot wondering how to catch the base shuttle bus when she saw her car. A midnight black 1974 Chevrolet Corvette. She rummaged through her purse looking for the keys and found them, then she unlocked the door and got in. This was the first genuinely familiar and comforting thing she had in months. She was on automatic until she belted the seatbelt and had to adjusting it a little bit for her breasts. The she had to adjust the seat. The last time Michael drove this car HE had been six feet and four inches tall. Once all of the proper driving adjustments were made, Partenza started the engine and proved the lie behind the 'woman drivers' stereotype, pulling out of the parking space smoothly and slotting the car into the roadway as she drove off base with the idea of getting a little chow. Michael searched the radio dial for a decent tune and finally found one with a good beat that made her feel human again. She drove along Wyoming boulevard grooving and enjoying the 'not a freak' feeling she was having when she stopped at a red light. The man in the next car, a souped up 1970 Dodge Daytona, motioned for her to roll her window down. Michael did so and she shouted at her, "Nice car, warmonger, you wanna go for it?" By this point Michael Partenza was feeling the devil in her and told him, "Sure, kiddo, let's go, next light." Both people revved their engines and made as if to peel out at the next green light. When the green light came, Michael Partenza stayed where she was and watched as the punk in the Daytona peeled out and careened recklessly into traffic. She watched gleefully as an A.P.D. cruiser took the wind out of his sails. Grinning gleefully, Michael said as she watched, "What a shithead." By now the driver behind her honked angrily and she drove ahead, still laughing at the young fool's folly bested by her prudence. As if, she had to worry about impressing a jackass like that. Commander Michael Partenza took herself to eat at one of those little family dining places. It was called "Andy's and after a dinner of steak and potato, Michael paid her check and left a decent tip. Michael realized that she wanted to do something. She saw a place called Foxe's booze and cruise and took a chance on it. Pulling in and parking, Michael walked in and showed her military I.D to the guy at the door. He looked with great skepticism at her listed age, but let her in. She sure as hell did not LOOK 34 years old, but she DID look over 21. Michael looked around and parked at a table in the corner. She looked at the patrons and saw men dressed in women's clothes and women dressed as men. Michael was about to leave when she realized, that from an existential point of view, she sort of belong here. She ordered a shot and beer intending to make it last when a woman she didn't know walked up and asked, "You waitin' on anybody, sailor?" Michael looked her over, medium tall, blonde, wearing bell-bottom jeans, a tie died shirt and a jean jacket. Her hair was shoulder length and she carried an army utility satchel as a purse. "No, I'm not, have a seat. My name's Michael." The other woman slid into the booth on the other side and said, "'Michael', huhn,...O.K. I'm Shandra." "Hey, Shandra." "Hey Michael, whatcha doin' in town in a Navy suit?" "Are you really asking or are you just trying to get me out of this Navy suit?" "That second one, if you're up for it, pretty lady." "Then why don't we get out of here?" "Suits me, I'll just tell my ride, I'm out of here." Michael left two dollars on the table for the drink she never touched and the tip for the server and the two women left in Michael's car. "I'm at the B.O.Q. so I sure hope you have a place, Shandra." "What's the 'Bee-oh-cue'? "Bachelor Officer's Quarters." "Yeah, I have a place; just follow my directions it's in the 'Uni' ghetto. Before Michael really knew what she was doing, she and Shandra were inside her second floor apartment and Shandra was unbuttoning her uniform tunic and kissing her passionately. Her lips really felt good and Michael fondled her breasts trying to get under her shirt. Then for some reason, Michael stopped. Somehow, all she could think of was Schtopaugh. The way he spoke, the way he felt. His face, his kindness and how much he and Michael had thus far shared. She stopped and pulled herself away from Shandra and said, "I, I'm sorry, I, I thought I could but, I can't." "What the fuck, lady?" "I'm sorry!" "Whatever, lady, just get the fuck out if you're goin'." As Michael left she heard the word, "BITCH!" Shouted after her. Michael drove away and spent hours on the road and thinking. The sounds and lights of the city at night accompanied her thoughts. What did she want? Michael did not want men, and she clearly did not want women. If that was so, what and who DID she want? After hours, driving around the answer came to her and nearly shocked her out of her shoes. Michael wanted Major Schtopaugh Strelnikov. She wanted his bad jokes and his purposeful malapropisms and his quiet steady temper. Michael wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted to wake up with him. She wanted to get old with him. The last thought hit Michael Partenza as if it were a diamond bullet. She wanted to have his children. Not right away, of course, but her body was now young enough to have years of child bearing time yet. Michael spent the night driving around and thinking and, as the dawn broke over the city she was driving back though the Wyoming gate with a McDonald's breakfast for two in a bag on the seat next to her. She just hoped Schtopaugh liked Egg McMuffins. Michael had not slept, but oddly, she was not tired, she was energized. Michael had decided what she wanted to do and, as bizarre as it was it was what she knew she wanted now. Michael did not know how this would play out, but she knew she loved Schtopaugh Strelnikov and needed to be with him. Now, her task was to help defend the Earth from an enemy that, despite suffering a defeat, had not been bested for good and all. Further, she had to help Joe Bradley make his way on the same difficult path Michael once traveled.