The crowd of 5000 watched as William Willard's unseatbelted body flew out of the plane as if he had jumped, arcing up, then down, and falling past the plane.

Although I'm still pre-op, I have no qualms about utilizing my genitalia (I call my girldick “LuAnn” for no real reason) when me and my partner want to.

A “moving platform” scheme[…]is more technologically ambitious than maglev trains even though it relies on conventional rails.[…]This set-up solves several problems […]. Stopping high-speed trains wastes energy and time, so why not simply slow them down enough for a moving platform to pull alongside?

As we began our descent from the mountains, the image of Yi villages threaded together only by footpaths stayed in my mind. Not that they hadn’t been affected by the dispiteous anarchism of the Cultural Revolution, but they lived in relative isolation.