Author » Celine Chatillon. Heavenly bodies, p. Support this site by clicking ads , thank you! Heavenly Bodies, page 1. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Carpenter All rights reserved. Excluding legitimate review sites and review publications, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means, now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher.
Copying, scanning, uploading, selling and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without permission from the publisher is illegal, punishable by law and will be prosecuted. She hated herself for whining over something as inconsequential as the postman arriving two hours late. But when your only biweekly flesh and blood visitor is the postman, then his tardiness becomes a great cause for concern.
Oh, no. The Outer Worlds Mining Corp stockpiled its asteroid outposts with more than enough nutrients and sufficient oxygen generators to allow a staff of one hundred to breathe fresh air for one hundred years or more. The need to connect with a lover and get laid properly now and then. And I really do mean it this time. What would it look like if Del caught her cursing, frowning and pacing in front of the airlock door when he did arrive?
Lelia had too much pride to ever leave that impression on any of her fellow Outer World employees. One thing she enjoyed about working by herself was that she never had to deal with idiots who screwed up reports, or were slow at finishing their part of a project. The pay was pretty damned good, too. Maybe then she would become the postman, doing the rounds of the asteroid belt, dropping off supplies and providing a quick fifteen-minute human contact to all those lonely, desperately hungry-for-humanity souls.
Fifteen whole minutes. That really sucked, Lelia decided. If she thought her job was trying at times, Del was only allowed a quarter hour at each outpost to offload supplies, retrieve ore, deliver mail and be on his way to the next rock to repeat the process all over again, week after week after week The only time the poor man got to sleep and eat was while he traveled between stops.
