When I'm bent to nearly a 90-degreeangle, the pulling stops, and I hear you re-tying the rope in place. I canfeel your hand, as you caress my ass thro...ugh my slip…then I feel yourfoot next to mine…"Spread your legs for me, little one…as faras you can spread them." When I've spread them as far as my slip will allow,I feel you touch the inside of my thigh with something very cool…somethingmetal, I think….and then I feel my slip falling away from my body…andrealize that what you had touched me with. I stared at the new drink."It's something called 'Sand In Your Shorts'. I thought you would likeit, Allie," Reggie told us with a pleasant smile.The concoction was very good, but I failed to see the correlation betweenits name and taste."So, we're going to Yellowstone next, right, Allie?" Reggie asked somemoments later."What is a 'Yellowstone', Allie?" Mom...Lexi asked."Yellowstone National Park in the state of Wyoming- only we're going backto way before it was ever a national park," Reggie. My anticipation increased with every tick of the meter and when we got stuck in a traffic jam, I wanted to scream in frustration. Finally the cab pulled up to the front of my building and I threw the money at the driver and sprinted inside. Running up the five flights of stairs, I paused outside the door, trying to compose myself. My breathing was fast and shallow and I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. After a few minutes, I inserted the key into the gate, opened it, and then turned. We Yokuta value honesty above false compliments, so don’t be afraid to be frank.”“Well if the Yokuta eat the same or similar things as the Elly, I am not sure I would like to eat or smell the food and I don’t think I will be a great fan of Yokuta music, but other than that. It’s a nice orderly planet, and the people don’t strike me as particular special. You still eat, sleep, drink and breathe the same air. In my short time away from home I met a methane breather with tentacles and Two Three.