by Shadar
“Jesus, look at that!” Jim Matthews exclaimed as he pressed his face to the plastic window. “She’s coming right up at us as if we were standing still.”
His astronaut partner on the wounded ISS, Sergei Lavarov of Russia was fogging up his own window. “She fly like nothing matter. Not hard vacuum. Not cold.”
“But she’s not bringing any gear with her, Sergei. How’s she supposed to get us down without a re-entry vehicle?”
“Oh, she have gear. Definitely,” Sergei breathed as she drew closer.
Like everyone else on Earth, they’d seen Powergirl on TV and on uncounted websites, always wearing the revealing white costume she wore now. Her oversized yet inhumanly firm boobs were a magnet for every man’s eyes, and a source of derision and jealousy by most females. But seeing her in person, up close, floating in space without any protection, she looked truly otherworldly. Stunning.
She paused to float outside the space station, staring up at the faces pressed against windows. She had a truly beautiful face with big blue eyes that were as superhumanly powerful as the rest of her. Both men watched intently as they sparkled a brighter shade of blue while she scanned the ISS from one end to the other, her vision piercing alloy and plastic to turn the metal walls as transparent as glass.
