The first thought to cross her mind when she came to was Two down, two to go.
Two down, two to go.Carefully, she rose up on one elbow, expecting to be sore, but, remarkably, she wasn’t. But she was tired. Not exhausted tired. Just worn out tired.
was Just worn out tired.And hungry.
“Damn, woman. Looks like you’re in for frequent trips to the galley. But at least I won’t have to worry about gaining weight. Not with four males to help me burn the calories.”
She did a little investigative snooping, and found a spare ira within a narrow closet. Inside the tiny bathroom was a drawer bearing an incinerator logo. She debated whether or not to change into the clean ira, or give it another day, and decided to wait a while. Surely, she wasn’t expected to go two years with only two changes of clo
