“DJ, are you free?” Ron Gifford the program manager called on the intercom.“I’m still on the air for 20 more minutes Ron, chec...k the clock.” Jim replied.“I need a BIG favor” Ron shot back making the engineer slam the delay button to cut off the echo into the hot mike.“Ron, I said I’m on the air and then I’m going HOME to bed” was Jim’s tired reply.Ron fancied himself THE Detroit lover. His favors usually involved women. Then she went towork on my eyes. She first put false eyelashes on. I felt like all Icould see were lashes! She then used eye liner, eye shadow and mascarato create a feminine look to my eyes.She then moved to my lips and painted them.She did some touchups here and there then declared my face "done."She went behind me and told me to face forward. I felt her putsomething on my head and as it brushed my shoulders, I realized it was awig. From what I could see and feel, it was a Red/Auburn. She was now closest to me. Her nipples were hard, piercing in my forearms. Bus jerk gave further advancement to fingers and a big jerk. This jerk helped finger to go deep in that golden triangle deep inside.Anita’s whole body shook she jumped up a little which made finger go very deep. She immediately closed her thighs due to which my finger got jammed there and she put her both paws on my hand pressing it further. In no way I could remove it from there. I saw side-by-side if any one is seeing. "Minu'es may coun', e'en secon's," he'd warned his subordinate. "'Twill be a nearr thing, we'rre rrigh' a' th'marrgin. Ye mus' be able t'do i' in yer sleep."In the mechanics of interstellar travel the ship would send out a series of pulses in front of it. The pulses, moving at light speed, would blast open a hole in "real" space that would remain open for only a fraction of a second. Provided it was moving fast enough, the entire ship would pass through that hole and into the anomaly known as.