He quickly measured me like I was getting a suit for the prom and then hit the racks. He pulled out a black latex catsuit with an attached hood and gl...oves. He instructed me to take the suit into the dressing room, power my body from head to toe, and to look over the paperwork on the clipboard he handed me and to sign off. He also instructed me to roll the suit up my body which I didn't understand what he meant until I figured out I couldn't exactly put it on like a pair of pants. It probably. “You don’t know who Patrick is?”“He is Al’s brother-in-law, Rachel’s husband. I met him at dinner on Saturday.”“We had a family dinner, there was no attempt at overwhelming Sayuri.”“Oh. May I?”“I think Pandora’s Box is open.”“Unkind. But thank you. Sayuri, Patrick is a graduate in law. His interest is in Aboriginal rights. He is recognized by several bands in Queensland and here in New South and consults for the state Ministry. He is also quite unpretentious, except when he is irritated.”. But no, I’m not talking about those signs; I’m talking about the fact that it was so clear that he liked me, or in the least wanted to fuck me. I’m sure I knew I had to; I had never been one to ignore the obvious. No, I knew, I knew from that one night. I felt his teeth pull out of my neck and a sudden coldness followed by a quick dizziness. Nothing I couldn’t handle under normal circumstances, but as soon as his teeth pulled out of me he began to push his cock into me faster and harder than. I took my gold into an assay office, and cashed it in. It was 264,243 dollars and 12 cents, after taxes. Not a bad haul, really. After all, gold hunting is legal. My not saying exactly where I got it, just naming the general area, was in keeping with time-honored gold hunting tradition. Plus, they tested it, and admitted that it all came from the same general area.My future counterpart had placed his car in the 'between', and pulled it through time, to boot. Which meant I should be able to do.