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When the sun came up, it was as if someone was attacking Lola with a sky-sized hammer. In minutes the chill air of the desert was replaced by air that burnt her lungs to breathe. A parching wind arose and drove the fine dust and sand in billowing waves across their site.
Everyone started shedding vests and flight suits. All facing away from the wind.
Lola didn’t care that she had nothing but a t-shirt and panties on under the flight suit. She stripped first and then dug out loose white slacks and a long-sleeved shirt. Guys were down to their boxers or tighty-whiteys as fast as she was. Sunglasses and a bandanna over her face so that she could breathe completed the outfit. She tried dampening it, but the air dried the bandanna faster than she could wet it.
The dawn light had revealed
