Maybe that scout’s engine was the problem after all.”“First, quit pussyfooting around.” (Interpreted). “My engine is operating at top effici...ency, and I am getting bored. We now have the fastest warp engine in the fleet. Go to warp 6.”The First turned from his personal screen and the Chief’s frowning face. Trusting his friend, “Helm, go to warp 5.”“Warp 5, Sir.”The noise level changed slightly as well as the pitch. Helm said aloud, “Warp four point 5 ... point 6 ... point 7 ... point 8 ... point. "Good recovery," I smirked. "You shall be rewarded."Back to the wedding. The airlines made out like bandits on this thing because in addition to me and Tim, Aunt Jenn and Laci, there were seven of their back home friends, including the cake guy, at the wedding.No, he didn't make this cake. One of his friends did. He did, however, ask about Vicki, "a delightful, happy child".Turnabout is fair play, they say. Tim stood in as Best Man upon Laci's smart-assed request, and I was Matron of Honor, all. Ivan Tate climbed onto the table and rubbed his cock up and down her clit. Julia knew she had to move quickly before he distracted her again. Feeling along the underside of the table, she flicked another switch. A square in the wall directly facing them lit up to form a screen, showing the image of Xena Tate being fucked doggy style by Stan Smiley. With a roar that made Julia jump in surprise, Ivan buried himself inside her, fucking her hard with strong thrusts. Julia’s cry of pain was replaced. Muggy implied something livable. But the near equator had been whacked as hard as everywhere else by the pressure of climate change – and despite the best efforts of shades and cooling devices built throughout the rickety, multi-level scrapology of the city, it remained murderously hot. People here seemed to have adapted. For some meaning of the word adapted.Dey looked down at the fruit on a stick that she was thinking of spending some of her greenbacks on. The plants looked thick and faintly.