" I told him."What do you mean? A Portal? What's one of those" he asked.I sighed, "Have you seen Stargate?" I asked him at his nod I carried on, "Well... that is a type of Stargate, it connects with another world, that's where the Androids have come from to invade this world, I'm an advanced scout before the rest of my men arrive. Now don't stop them." I repeated.He shook his head, "I'm sorry but you're under arrest! You're an illegal immigrant!" He said starting to bring his rifle up, but I moved. As I did, I felt something cold on my foot and looked down. The puddle was at least four inches deep.I squished and squooshed the rest of the way. By now I was so far behind my schedule that I'd run smack into rush hour. I had to wait for three trains before I could even squeeze onto one, what with people pushing past me.Let me make this clear: I get up so early -- normally -- because I am not a sardine and I don't like being treated like one. My usual subway ride is a calm, if jolting,. All my plans, my thoughts, couldn’t have prepared me for my intense feelings. I didn’t know if you would want to continue or if that was all you wanted. You must have seen the questions in my eyes because you pulled me to you and started kissing me again. Your kisses started going down my neck and I could feel the intensity rising. You had this way about you, a smooth style, which drove me wild. I found myself with my back facing you still being kissed. You had one hand on my breast and the. Tricia stepped forward while my back was still turned, yanking the zip up the back of the dress. I hadn’t realized it needed to be closed from the back, and now it was pulling tightly around my torso, constraining me even further. “There, you silly little sissy girl!” said Tricia, “Turn around so we can show Sandra what happens to panty sniffers when they get caught. I can see you’ll be wearing frocks for quite some time.” I turned to face them, hoping that my swollen member couldn’t be seen..