"1850 hours," he snorted. "Don't try to wiggle out on that account. You have a half hour."
"O.K., if you say so," she shrugged and chewed the inside of her cheek. "This isn't very nice."
"Let's not get that way. You coolly slip the shaft in me enough. And stop powdering your nose."
Without another word she rose and floated down the aisle, taking little care to suppress her skirt. Somebody whistled and the Commissioner angrily craned his thick neck around. He couldn't see who had done it. But he suspected the three grinning Cadet Astronauts in the last row of seats.
She rose and floated down the aisle, taking little care to suppress her rising, diaphanous skirt.
As the door to the control room clanged shut, the powder-room door clicked open and the rockette tapped out on her iron shoe-soles. Commissioner Elbert rolled his eyes and smiled, but she seemed preoccupied with a smaller female with pigtails and the hiccups.
Guess I'll have a look forward myself, he thought. Just like a woman to go up there, wait in the hall a minute and come back.