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5. Getting Ready

"Good morning." Sam smiled at Martouf/Lantash when he entered the kitchen area, his hair still a little wet after showering. Her smile widened when she saw what he was wearing. "Those jeans and the t-shirt looks really nice."

"Thank you, Samantha." Martouf smiled at her. "And good morning."

"Breakfast is cold pizza, but if you don't want that, I can toast some bread?" Sam asked.

"Cold pizza will be most agreeable." He let his gaze run over Sam, where she stood by the coffee machine. "You are wearing clothing of a similar style to mine. It looks very good on you."

"Thanks." Sam poured herself a cup of coffee. "I know you don't want coffee, but I can make you a cup of tea? Otherwise there's orange juice, or milk."

"I would like some orange juice, thank you. Do you need help with anything?"

"Well, you can grab the pizza."

"Certainly." Martouf looked around. "Where do you wish to sit?"

"I usually eat my breakfast at the bar counter. Do you mind?"

"Not at all." Martouf sat down on one of the chairs and placed the boxes with the leftover pizza on the counter.

Sam took out a glass and the carton of orange juice and placed it before Martouf. "Here you go." She grabbed her cup of coffee and sat down beside him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Well enough, thank you." He poured some orange juice. "Will we be going to Stargate Command to work on the technology I brought today?"

"I don't think we'd have time to get much done. The plane we're taking is leaving from Denver Airport at 2:20PM - and we need to get there first. That will take us about 1½ hour."

"Ah, I see. I forget the length of travel necessary to get around on your planet." Martouf grabbed a slice of the cold pizza with cheese and tomato, and took a bite, chewing it slowly.

"So, what do you think about it cold?" Sam wondered.

"I can see why you like it." He grinned. "Lantash doesn't, though. He thinks I should reheat it!"

"Well, we can use the microwave if you want to. It only takes a few minutes."

"He is just being somewhat disagreeable because it's morning. He is not really a... morning person, I believe Jacob calls it." Martouf winced, then smiled. "He is yelling at me."

Sam laughed. "You know, I actually remember that! From Jolinar I mean." She took a drink from her coffee, then got up. "Come, let me show you how to use the microwave." She took a plate from the cupboard and held it out to Martouf. "Put a couple slices of pizza on that."

Martouf accepted the plate and did as he was told. "What do I do now?"

She walked over to the microwave and opened it. "Put the plate in there."

"Certainly."

When he had done so, she closed the door and pointed to the rows of buttons. "This one just sets the effect, and this one the time. These other buttons can be used to enter various programs - like cooking such and such an amount of chicken, or potatoes, or whatever. In this case we just want to reheat at maximum effect, for maybe 2-3 minutes." She pushed a couple of buttons, and the oven turned on, and the plate started rotating.

"What does it use for heating?"

"Microwaves - hence the name." She smiled. "Sorry, I guess that makes no sense. Very short wave electromagnetic radiation, called microwaves. Visible light is about 400 nanometres to 700 nanometres - for humans anyway. Microwaves are between 1 millimeter and 1 meter. That's wavelength. Do I make any sense at all?"

Martouf nodded. "Yes, I understand what you are talking about. We do not use the same names or measurements, but I can calculate from the common factor, which is the visible light. I find it interesting that you call them microwaves, though, since they have longer wavelength than visible light."

"Compared to radio waves they are short - and that's the reason for their naming." The microwave oven made a 'pling' and Sam opened the door. "You food's ready."

Martouf bowed his head, and gave Lantash control.

"Thank you, Samantha. I apologize for causing you extra work. I did not mind eating the cold pizza. I was merely... ah..."

"Sleepy. Grumpy." She smiled. "I know the feeling. It was not much work at all. No problem, Lantash. I hope you like it better like this." She handed him the plate. "Be careful - it's quite hot."

He smiled, and took the plate. "It smells good. Thank you."


When they had finished eating, Sam went down into the basement to find some bags for them to use on the trip. They would only be gone for about two days, so they did not need large suitcases.

It did not take her long to find the luggage, which was good since they had less than three hours before they had to leave for Denver.

"Here." Sam handed him one of the bags. "Pack the 'nice' clothes and shoes, and some casual clothes - and underwear. I'll take care of toiletries."

Lantash accepted the bag and nodded. "Do I need to bring a warm jacket or sweater? I do not know the climate of the place where we are going, but am I correct in assuming it is quite far away?"

"Kansas City is in a state called 'Missouri'. That's about 600 miles away, but we're going almost straight east, so the temperature isn't much different than here. It's late June, so it'll be warm, but I guess it's always good to bring a sweater or jacket. You'll bring the 'nice' one though, so you probably won't need more than that."

"Understood." He smiled and left to pack.

Sam grabbed a bag herself and went into her bedroom. After packing toiletries for them both, including the small amount of makeup she had decided to wear, it was time for her clothes.

She quickly packed underwear, some socks, a pair of jeans, and a couple shirts, then stopped and looked at the underwear she had chosen. They were plain, practical - and boring.

She went back to the chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer completely and took out the two boxes of lingerie she had gotten as a gift from Janet - together with a joking comment that she should go and get laid.

That was not why she was considering them now, but since she was going to a party, it might be fun to dress up. All the way, even if no one would see her underwear.

She picked up and opened the first box. It contained a black lace bra and two pairs of matching panties. She had tried it on and knew it fit. Very well, in fact. She had felt attractive and very sexy.

She felt her cheeks grow faintly warm at the thought of wearing that, and she thought of whether Martouf and Lantash would like it.

She stopped herself, and realized what she had just thought. They were her friends.

The question was, of course, if that was all they were, or wanted to be. And what she wanted them to be.

She did not know that, well not with any certainty.

She looked at the sexy lingerie again, and decided that she would bring it in case she found she wanted to wear it. She picked up the other box, which held a powder blue lace bra and panties, and put that in the bag as well.

All she needed to pack now was clothes and shoes for the High School Reunion. She went to the closet, opened it and looked inside. She sighed. There was the new dress she had bought yesterday, but she was starting to have second thoughts about wearing it.

She took out the dress and held it up, looking at it. She really liked the blue colour, which made the blue in her eyes stand out. The dress had spaghetti straps, but they were fortunately wider than the thin straps of the bras she had gotten from Janet.

The dress was belted, and had a plunging v-neck, though not deep enough that her bra would be visible. It was long, falling almost to her ankles, but had a long slit that ran all the way to her upper left thigh. It was pure sex appeal, and so very far from what she would have worn back in High School. Or now, really.

She smiled, and decided that it would be perfect. She put it down on top of her bag, and went to look in the closet for the high-heel shoes she knew would be just right for completing the outfit.


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