I think you know her. Even in the Biblical sense, I think you know her."He's here," Sandy called.The fantastic ass turned away from him, but it was mo...re than replaced by a venti-sized pair of tits that were only barely contained by the green bra. He didn't even have to make it up to her face; he knew immediately that those hooters had to belong to Liz."Like I said, Tim, my parents were worried about me staying here alone at night, so I asked Liz to spend the weekend with me. My parents didn't. Lazy planks of light angled through the blinds, dim but enough to see by. I stood inside a cozy little living room with framed portraits on the walls. Two or three of a long-haired girl who was probably Dana in prior years, but all the rest were pictures of who I guessed to be Lisa Trowell. One artful shot looked like a clever double exposure of Lisa and an identically-dressed twin. The rest of the poses ran a gamut of hairstyles and costumes. Lisa had many faces, and moods. In the small. His lifetime dream, actually, was real! When he realized about that, a genuine smile and tears from his yes. Like a c***d getting the wished Christmas gift, the man learned what was going on. After all these years he spent stuck into rooms and labs and computer systems, there was after all another dimension!“I did it! I did! Dear Lord, I DID IT! I DID IT! I found a parallel universe! I can’t believe it! I must be dreaming”“I guarantee you aren’t dreaming, Lumière”Soon the man began to run. She’s here for looks. We need you. Stakes are high tonight . . . Carter brought some Tequila.’ ‘Naw, get Giselle to play. Holly and I are having a business discussion. Besides, I hate Tequila.’ ‘What business could you have with Holly, unless it has to do with uses for her body?’ ‘Thanks, Mark.’ ‘You’re more than welcome.’ ‘We’re going to open a restaurant together, man. In the building my grandparents built on Fourth Street a couple years back. It’s outfitted for it. Now all we need is a loan.