Operation Moon Rocket

by Nick Carter

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  "Oh, Sam, look! There it goes. Isn't it beautiful?"

  Nick Carter raised his head from the soft rolling cushions of her breasts. "There goes what?" he muttered indistinctly.

  The TV set was on at the foot of the bed in their Miami Beach hotel room but he hadn't really noticed. His thoughts had been elsewhere — concentrating on a lovely, sunkissed redhead with tobacco brown skin and white lipstick whose name was Cynthia something. He heard a voice now, talking rapidly, excitedly. "...an awesome orange fire roaring from the Saturn's eight nozzles as liquid oxygen and kerosene explode together. It's a perfect liftoff for the Phoenix One..."

  He stared at the set through bleary eyes, watching the enormous vehicle rise majestically from Merritt Island and arch out over the Atlantic on the start of its gigantic acceleration curve. Then he turned away, burying his face once again in the dark, fragrant valley between her breasts. "Now where were we before my vacation was so rudely interrupted?" he murmured.

  "Sam Harmon!" Nick's Florida girl sounded shocked. "Sam, I'm surprised at you." But the shocked note turned languorous beneath his caresses. "Aren't you even interested in our space program?" she groaned as her nails began to rake his back.

  "Sure I am," he grinned. "Stop me if that rocket starts coming this way."