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His rhythmic steps are the ignition. I feel the force "g" increase and with it my body is pressed to the seat from which I can not escape. With the trembling "shaken from her hips, to the swift exchange of turns, to the right and to the left," she skillfully leads me to meet the stratosphere. The force "g" that continues to increase is definitely attached to the seat. She, the Commander, could be compared to Terpsichore, the Mythological Goddess of Dance. The Nave loses its first stage and in seconds we are in orbit. La top, the blue earth is even more beautiful. Gently the Commander reminds me that it is time to set course back to earth. She landed the ship with mastery. It takes me a while to disassociate myself from the seat still drunk by the experience of touring the world in 40 minutes. With it I go to Mars even knowing there is no fuel for the return. lips like sugar sugar kisses