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Elroy had waited in the hall outside his college footballs locker room. If anyone saw Elroy, they’d figure he was just there for his job or to peeve on the hunky jocks. While he found some players attractive, Elroy was lurking about for his job. He was a reporter for his college newspaper and while he knew his story, had little support. He knew it needed to be told. His college football team, who had been average at best, was suddenly unbeatable. Most thought it was just thanks to some new training their coach was giving them. However, Elroy was certain something else was afoot.

The crew of the Recovery Routers gathered outside the locked door of the seventh and last available spaceship bay aboard their orbiting station.

Elam, a thirty-year-old maintenance man and makeshift member of the salvaging team, stared at the seam of the two heavy trapezoid doors set in their hexagon frame. Elevator-like cherry-red lights dimmed above one by one while the AI intercom methodically described what was causing all the whirring and clanging on the other side.

“Floor doors secure,” its crisp, synthetic butler voice relayed.

Melissa was a marine biologist by trade, though she was also quite like the occaisonal freestyle diving. She was a very good swimmer and she was known by everyone as someone who was kind to everyone and always protected the little guy, no matter the cost. She was also incredibly hot. With a capital 'Holy Smokes!' from pretty much anyone who saw her. She was about average weight for her height but pretty muich all that weight was in her butt and her breasts, which appeared almost cartoonishly huge and round and seeming defying gravity at the massive double-E cup.

Darryl could hear a muffled sssss…mmmmm….bzzzzz as he approached the bedroom door. He knew Olivia was home alone. She wasn’t in the rest of the house, so she had to be in the bedroom. The ssss…mmmMMMmmm…bzzzz continued. His curiosity piqued, Darryl turned the knob and opened the door. The light was dim, but he could make out his wife’s outline on the bed. There was a helium tank next to the nightstand, Olivia was using her right hand to probe her nethers with her favourite vibrator while clutching a large pair of rounded pillows to her chest with her left.