Linda is kind of confused about why he had to open her shirt, but didn't mind too much …. The whole room is spinning, and she just lays face down on... his bed. He sits beside her and starts to massage her neck and shoulders."hmmmm …" is all that Linda can say as his magic fingers seem to know exactly how to make her shoulders melt. Slowly he moves down the back, massaging every inch in every direction. She can feel he's rubbing some scented oil on her back. It feels warm and pleasing; she thinks. Playtime: She was just an ordinary yet brilliant college student who had the bright idea of having sex with her boyfriend underneath the particle accelerator. That idea didn't go well when the particle accelerator activator which ended up frying her boyfriend. She barely survived, but the incident scrambled her brain and gave her the power to control time. Now she has the mind of a five-year-old and the libido of a frustrated woman.Jaguar: She was an archeologist who was studying ancient Mayan. No signature was required."Mona, this is George." A pleasure," she said scooping fish eggs and cream cheese onto a cracker. Marta lifted the champagne from the bucket."Allow me, ladies," said George."Of course," said Marta. He struggled with it but found victory. The subtle pop told of quality. Marta readied a glass but the bubbly remained in the bottle until George tilted it and filled their glasses."To sweet sixteen," toasted Marta."Sweet sixteen," George responded. Mona looked. He didn't have much, and she started looking for things he might need when she went to the market downtown. She had bought him a couple of sets of clothes and a new pair of sandals, so she told me to bring him down to the house that evening. We finished work at 1700, as usual, and went to get his ID at the gate, and catch a taxi to the house. We had moved to a larger house several months before. It had a Living Room, a Bedroom, a Kitchen, and a Private Bath, with shower. The other had been a.