I caught Jones jacking off again. I walk into compartment three, and there he is, space trousers around his ankles and cock in hand. Let loose on him this time. Told him that if I ever saw the shriveled little peg ever again, I would cut the goddamned thing off with pliers. The crew has had an agreement this entire mission, to wait until the others are sleeping, and to do it as covertly as is possible when you're sharing a tin can 23 million miles from Earth's surface. ...
Unfortunately, the folks at CellStories believe that you should be reading stories on your mobile device and not your computer. So, “Life on Mars” will become extinct by tomorrow.
However, at the moment, you can listen to an 8-minute podcast of Paul M. Davis reading his story "Life on Mars."
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