Here I was getting a blow job. As slightly unreal as it seemed, the reality was ecstasy.Before it got too much, I got her to stand up and I undressed... her. She was worried about a small bit of eczema and I was completely useless by asking whether it was contagious. I cringe in hindsight! Her yellow cotton underwear was very unsexy, but the sight of her black triangle of pussy hair over came that. We lay down and caressed one another. I remember going down and trying oral for the first. I took it to the telecom and slotted it for info. It didn't help. It was an open credit stick with no SIN and no other data. Tossing it back to the Ork who had picked it up I told him what he had and the amount on it but that it wouldn't help us any.We discussed several other possibilities but could come up with nothing concrete. There were a lot of 'ifs' 'maybes' and other wild guesses. I for one wanted to just wait.The next morning I jacked in and went to see Brannon. He should have something. The larger machines soon were being called trucks by the white women, and the name stuck.Raka had been concerned as to the life of these larger wheels with the additional loads in the basket, but Brando simply increased the number of spokes to improve the rigidity of the wheel rims and offer additional stability as well. It worked. The bumps on the track remained a slight worry over impacts on the machine, but John suggested asking traders to seek rubber from the Amazon river basin tribes.The. "You can't drive in this" I told her. "Would you like to come in and wait for it to pass?"She hesitated a moment, obviously thinking about the offer before she said "Yep ... that sounds like a good plan".I smiled ... happy to spend some more time with this lovely young lady.I rummaged in my briefcase and found my garage door remote - the garage was empty courtesy of the separation."You can drive into my garage ... we can stay dry that way" I told her as the door opened slowly.I showed her.