Note: All persons used in this novel are fictitious. Although the areas used in this novel are real, the streets, buildings, roadways, recreational areas, and other points of interest used to make this interesting reading for you, are neither at the exact heights, or in the location described. If you are looking for a great deal of explicit sexual activity, this is not the story for you. As I have it noted, those scenes will be evocative rather than aggressive. They also will be a few and far between. This is going to be a "STORY" for your reading pleasure," with no more than "FIVE HUNDRED CHAPTERS." With the exclusion of certain scenes, this story could easily have a fit into the category of "NON-EROTIC" as easily as it will fit into a Novel or Novellas. As always please remember this is "A NOVEL."
*Note: I informed you several chapters ago that this story could take off into the realm of Science and Science Fiction. Much of this story is developed from Factual Science, although I have taken many liberties with it, and expanded the truth liberally. If you read this story in 25 years, most of this will be 'OLD NEWS'. If you are laughing at me at this moment, remember I am laughing at you. I have done the research before putting fingers to keyboard. Trains do not touch the rails they used to ride on. It is currently happening. It's called levitation. Approaching light speed is no longer a fiction. It's done routinely at C.E.R.N. using massive amounts of electricity, magnets, in a vacuum. Space is the largest vacuum known to man. WE can make magnets of any size, shape, and polarity. Have fun reading this and the next several chapters, while trying to ferret out the actual facts; from the areas I have had a little fun with by stretching the truth a tiny bit.
**Need to Know: Speed of Light - 186,000 Miles per Second, 671,000,000 Miles per Hour, 16,104,000,000 Miles per Day, 6,000,000,000,000 miles plus or minus 2% in 1 Light Year.
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CHAPTER 9
37. Numbers
As I secured the gates, and the house, I said to my baby, "We have to talk in the morning."
"Why dad, what's wrong?"
"If we start now, none of us will get any sleep tonight. Let's do this in the morning when we are all fresh. Gordon is exhausted, and we will need his math skills. Some of your numbers don't add up. I didn't want to say anything while my colleagues were here. They didn't seem to notice. Please go upstairs with Gray, and get some rest. We will discuss this after breakfast."
"What numbers dad; what didn't make sense?"
"I'm taking my wife to bed. I'm going to get laid, because it cost me $10 for that privilege. I will see you in the morning. Good night my little love."
"You can't do this to me dad."
Jennifer said, "You're wrong, he just did. He promised me something and he is going to deliver. Young woman you are going to sleep. If Gray has to knock you out with a sleeping pill, you will sleep tonight. Are we on the same page Delicious?"
"Why is sex so damn important?"
"Why don't you ask the man who gave up 10 months of sex just to be with you."
"You don't fight fair Jennifer."
"You are not used to dealing openly with a woman. If you were talking to your father, you would have told him where to go, how to get there, and how long to stay. You do not dare tell me any of those things, do you?"
Delicious walked into my wife's arms, and hugged her.
"I'm beginning not to like you Jen. You are much too logical for me to be angry with."
"Why don't you go to bed, fool around a little bit, and go to sleep? Everything will be fine in the morning."
"If you screw him to death tonight, I don't have to worry about tomorrow morning."
"If he's dead, what am I going to do tomorrow night?"
"There you go again, logic, is there anything you are not logical about?"
"There is one thing I'm not logical about."
"Go ahead, this should be earth shattering."
Jen whispered in my daughter's ear, "I started fucking around when I was 14 years old. I got pregnant when I was 19. I thought all men were created equal. Each man I had was roughly the same size in every dimension. Then I met and married your father. The men I had before him were shaped like rifles. Your father is cannon shaped."
"That is too much information Jennifer. I didn't need to know that. Yuck, how can you take something that size?"
"I can't, I'm only able to take half."
Delicious screamed, ran up the stairs and into her room.
Gray asked, "What did you tell her?"
"I told her about my husband."
"Oh God, from now on she will think I'm a dwarf." He ran to be with my daughter.
"Why dad, what did mommy tell Delicious?"
"That is a tale for another time, my son. Now is the time for you to get ready for bed. Do you want another piggyback ride, or are you going to run up the stairs under your own power?"
"I'll run dad, you look tired."
My son was truly observant, because this was a very long day, and it was not over yet. My wife had a twinkle in her eye. I had promised to deliver, and I always keep my promises, always.
"What room would you like to sleep in tonight Gordon? You can sleep in Delicious' room, or the room next to ours."
"Why would I want to sleep in a girl's room? It's all pink and frilly."
"Tomorrow, when we go clothes shopping, we will buy you a bedroom set. You can pick that out also."
"That's cool dad, mommy never let me pick out anything."
"That's because you were only three, and I did not believe you knew what you wanted."
"I knew I didn't want to wear plaid."
"Young man, if you start with me now you are going to bed with a red behind."
"Dad, what did I say wrong now? Mommy asked me a question, and I told her the truth. How can I get in trouble by telling the truth?"
"It's very simple my son. Your mother is a woman. We are lowly men. Whatever your mother says is the law. Whatever we respond to her questions is automatically wrong. It doesn't matter if it's the truth, or a lie; we are always wrong. You are going to have to get used to that when we are in space with Brandy and Danielle."
"You are a dead man Even. You are polluting my son's mind with garbage. You know that's not true."
"Dearest, how many arguments did I win before we got married?"
"All of them, of course."
"Darling, how many arguments have I won since we've been married?"
"None of them, of course."
"Do you remember the rules I taught you Gordon?"
"Yes I do, dad. I understand them now. What do I do when mommy asks me a question? Do I lie to her so she feels good, or do I tell the truth, and get a spanking?"
"There is always one other option for a person your size. You can hide under the bed, until she calms down, or I save you."