Anne-Sophie's Story

New Beginnings

De: Wolfgang Ausserbauer

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Duración: 6 h y 15 m

Resumen del Editor

Two young females, one an attractive brunette and the other just as gorgeous a strawberry blond, are walking down the jetway in the Dallas airport when Sophie says to Alessia, the strawberry blond, “Where do you expect to be in ten years from now?”
“I have no idea, Sophie Jones; nevertheless, I sincerely hope I am not stuck on the moon all of the time. I signed up for the adventure. I do not expect to be cooped up in the moon base for four years. I want to see the stars of the galaxy. What do you expect out of this trip you signed up for?”
“I expect to be a commander of my own ship someday. That is if we make it through the introduction process. I hear they are tough on female cadets.” – “Is blond your natural hair color?” Sophie bluntly asks. “It is quite striking.”
“You can bet on it; I keep the evidence in my panties.”
“Do you think we will be stationed together?” – “What part of the service are you from?
“I’m from the Navy, and my ranking is lieutenant commander, Alessia says.
“I’m an Air Force brat; my folks took me all over the planet,” Sophie says; “Nevertheless, I earned my Captain’s rank while I served a stench in Afghanistan. They had me flying F-35s. The war was nothing to write home about—too many civilian casualties. All the same, the brass saw fit. I never needed to drop bombs on civilians.” Then, while pointing to a departure gate says, – “This is our shuttle to the moon base twelve.”
“I suppose our gear is already on board.”
“I am sure it is. Regardless, I packed light; all of my things are in my carry-on,” Sophie says.
“Have you heard anything about aliens being stationed on moon base twelve?”
“No, Alessia, those are only made-up stories to frighten the new recruits. If there were aliens there, we would have seen them before this. Nonetheless, look on the bright side: these alien men are said to be quite handsome. I would not mind taking one of them to bed with me.”
“At your way of thinking, you will never get a ship of your own.”
“Please don’t fret, Alessia; I will get my ship.” -- “We must have some big brass on board. We are assigned economy class seats in the fourth row.”
“Take heart, Alessia; our seats are in front of the escape pods. We will have the first pick of the pods if anything goes wrong. All the same, nothing ever goes wrong with these short hops.”