So i walked on. after an hour or so, i found myself in the same area that i had just left. i was hot sweaty and stinky and i was so tired. i wondered ...if george would let me shower and maybe sleep at his place. the longer i walked the more i thought about how nice he was. god, he was old, but he was sweet. maybe that was what i needed. i just didnt know, but i found myself knocking on his door. george told me to come in and he got me a soft drink. diet coke i think it was but i didnt care. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'We could do that some more.' Then suddenly remembering she had been asked a question, “Uh yeah, right... all three of us.” The voice came from the shower, “And your boyfriend doesn't care that his uh, cousin or whatever, is seeing you naked too?” Kara couldn't see the girl in the shower but she was able to see the shocked look on her boyfriend's face. “Well he's not actually my boyfriend boyfriend... but you don't want to hear all that crap.” Kara hesitated, wanting to. She looked down to see that hatchlings gathered at her feet. They seemed to be lapping up the fluid on the ground. As the last few emerged, some began to climb up her stomach to her chest. One latched onto each nipple with their little round mouths and between to suck. Surprising her, milk began to flow, and the hatchlings suckled it greedily. As the fluid beneath her ran out, the rest of them began to climb up her legs as well, jostling each other for access to the milk, or licking up any that. Mark had been interested from the time he was a teenager with Café Racers. He would take a 1979 Suzuki 459 GS and customize it. He developed custom handle bars. He had developed a single unit that replaced the gas tank, seat and rear fender so that it was all one piece. A standard Suzuki could have those pieces removed and replaced with Mark's custom piece.The tail section had built in cameras that replaced the mirrors with rear; right side and left side cameras. The cameras, instrument gauges.