Thirteen
Landing
They were notified at six eighteen AM. By the time the phone went off, Robin and had been up for nearly an hour.
“That was . The ship is descending directly over an open field off Highway Forty-Five.”
She gave him a surprised look. “How far is that from the space center?”
“Less than seven miles. Houston PD is sending over a car to help escort us to the landing site.”
He watched as his wife double-checked herself in the full-length mirror. The snow white swimsuit she’d bought had no closures or buttons, other than the one hook behind her neck. The neckline circled the back of her neck and down the front, over her breasts, leaving her back bare. The bottom barely covered her buttocks, but in front was where she’d had trouble. On a normal Earth woman, there was no pro
