Calcium sulfate dihydrate

My best guess the yellow gas is sulfur dioxide or mercury sulfur dioxide and the green gas methane hydrogen sulfate if it was a white gas I would say chlorine gas but that would be deadly right away

I am sorry: However if Ben (her son) got the disc ONLY it would not be humuliation for his Mother. We will seen soon in the 4th chapter soon.
I do not drink alcoholic drinks I am drinking milk this time (did I make mistakes for much lactose, calcium and protein?) I prefer milk to beer...........

Good story! Lessee if I can answer last two of the Anon's:
1. She got child support from Larry for Will. Nothing from Dan for Ellie and Bobby.
2. Dude had a heart attack. It was mentioned several times. And it can happen to anybody. If you got heart disease in your family, I strongly suggest seeing a cardiologist and get a CT Calcium Test Score. Saved my fuckin' life.
Reading comprehension...

Some of you need to watch Parry Mason or Columbo or Matlock.... U caught Q and set them both up, One bottle Sulphate Ana... Aw, shit, seal's been broken. Other than Brian, ER, who else goes into the ER Storage room and must make sure the door gets locked?
U palmed just enough Sulfate into his beer to cause his reaction. And was sharp/fast enough to get treatment. Ask yourself WHO would know of his medical condition/bracelet - Q, his wife of 5 yrs. Dr Marc was not his personal doctor and he did not work with Dr Marc. And U also knew that Q was still banging away even after Q discovered that U knew of her adultery, think soiled panties.
So U set it all up putting Q under suspicion of collusion to poison U. And the Dr. was framed for the poisoning of U. And no one can prove otherwise (other than Brian if he would have been sharp enough). Great story - good plot, did not see this coming until that last sentence. 7*

I lost my wife in '12 after 6 years of a slow deterioration from COPD, a really ugly way to go. Massive steroids given to her to help her to breath slowly stripped the calcium out of her bones to the extent that she woke up one morning an coughed. The moderate cough was strong enough to crack three of her ribs and a vertebra in her spine. Three weeks later she left me. After four years I left for a new town, found a new lady, at church even. Within a year we married. Twenty months later the cancer was too much for her and she left me too. I understand staying through thick and thin. Don't think I can do that again. Your story brought back a lot of memories even if they are only remotely similar. Now I need to thank you for the entertainment and sharing your talent; and then take a cup of coffee out on the back porch to reminisce....good times and bad.

I would imagine that such a long journey would be unlikely to be conducted as a solo mission. Sending one person in a cramped weightless environment is, first of all, very bad news for the human morphology. I have met a few real astronauts and they all say that despite the exercise programme onboard the ISS, they still lost core strength. The exercise helped slow calcium loss and kept muscle strength reasonably well, but being in a zero G environment long term is very bad for the human body.
If we consider building space-craft for such long journeys, then I am going with them being large enough to be able to grow and produce plenty of food, have sufficient raw material storage to allow any needed repair and maintenance to be accomplished (including new parts manufacture) and the wherewithal to properly process waste material and enable its continued use in some form (including the sewerage).
I noted someone else mentioned seemingly impossible trajectory redirections. Laws of Physics in this universe should still apply. Do not flout them for a story unless it really was just a wild dream (even then curb your ambitions).
No stars, sorry.

Slut Laura is on her knees sucking cock as Mike returns from the bedroom where he'd placed Phillip's purple luggage bag.
Phillip's smug suggestion that Mike take over for Laura was the moment Mike had waited for, had prepared for, had patiently endured several weeks of torment for. When Laura ordered Mike to, Get your pansy ass over here he sighed, walked slowly up and between Phillip's legs, humbly handed her a goblet of her favorite wine and knelt down in front of Phillip's slime-covered cock.
Laura took a healthy swallow of Chardonnay while smiling knowingly at Phillip with her sparkling eyes. She sat close to her once and future Dom and they both sneered as Mike slowly unbuttoned and spread Phillip's shirt apart to sensually stroke his chest before undoing the belt and pulling Phillip's pants apart and down far enough to completely expose most of his crotch and balls.
Mike reverently grasped Phillip's throbbing bull cock and leaned in while opening his mouth in the classic O shape. Just before the bulging helmet touched his lips, he paused, turned his eyes upward towards his wife and smiled, then looked at the Alpha male and said, Phillip, you've come into our lives and exposed my wife and I for who we really are. I thank you for that.
Phillip chuckled and he and Laura waited expectantly for Mike's ultimate capitulation. It was at that moment that Mike jammed the head of a 3800kV compact stun gun he'd palmed directly into Phillip's ballsac with a sickening crunch. Phillip's body arched and went rigid and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as the clicking electrical discharge worked its magic. Laura pulled backwards with a look of passive confusion as the effects of the drugged wine hit her system, then slumped over and rolled off the couch with a thud. Mike ground the stun gun into Phillip's groin and kept pressing the 5-second trigger a total of 5 times before withdrawing and standing up.
Mike's trap had sprung. He wasn't a wimp, he wasn't a cuck, he'd been sickened by the revelation of his wife's history, her perversions and worst of all, her rapid transformation into a manipulative slut in her own right. He'd spent much of the past two weeks thoroughly researching and accumulating a laundry list of supplies.
Reaching behind the couch he grabbed a small bag and dumped the contents onto the floor. Picking up 2 sets of steel handcuffs and an angle-iron spreader, he positioned the unconscious pair side by side on the floor, quickly stripped them and then lifted Laura atop Phillip so they were almost face to face. He draped Phillip's arms around his wife's back and cuffed them, then looped his wife's over and under Phillips embrace and around his back and cuffed her wrists so the pair were hopelessly entangled. He attached the spreader bar to their four ankles and inserted and tightly secured two penis gags in their slack mouths.
Now came the part he relished most. Taking a large syringe filled with a potent cocktail of female hormones and chemicals (including a 50-percent solution of calcium chloride dihydrate), Mike calmly injected the concoction into Phillip's balls and his cock’s spongy corpus cavernosum.
Mike sat in his favorite chair, exhaled and patiently awaited for Phillip to revive. He focused on slipping a rubber ring on an elastrator a trusted friend had borrowed from a nearby farm. It was Mike's turn to smugly stare into Phillip's eyes when they fluttered open, enjoying seeing the disorientation quickly replaced by dawning panic. Between the gut-wrenching pain in his crotch, Laura's dead weight and the spreader bar, Phillip could barely move; the penis gag limited his ability to communicate to huffing, puffing and fitful spluttering.
Mike patted Phillip on his head and whispered, Now, here's how it's going to play out, you prick. I'm going to use this device to slip this very tight rubber ring around that ball sack I enjoyed crushing and shocking earlier. It will cut off blood circulation to your testicles. Within a few hours, they'll be about as useful as TITS on a BULL. LOL There's a pun in there but you'll only figure it out later.”
“Laura will regain consciousness in about two hours. Not likely you'll be able to escape but even if you do, the damage to your family jewels is well underway. If you go to the police, they'll learn that you and my soon-to-be ex-wife had a sordid history, that you'd come back to town with plans to celebrate a school reunion with, as it turns out, a sick game of mutual bondage and autoerotica that got out of hand.
You seriously misjudged me. Instead of you taking control of my life, YOUR life's about to undergo an amazing transformation. I hope ruining my marriage was worth it, Phillip. I'll be back later tonight to check up on you lovebirds and notify the police of a humiliating discovery.
Turning his head to watch Mike walk away, Phillip tried to scream into the gag but Mike only heard a strangled groan. Mike picked up the bagful of implements, opened the front door, turned and took a bow.