Jen said, “Should we turn left?”I said, “I dunno.”Jen said, “Ask the Magic 8 Ball.”So I shook the Magic 8 Ball and read out the message. I...t said, “Outlook Good.”Jen said, “That sounds like a yes to me.”So she put her indicator on and we turned left out of the drive and started driving down the road.After a little way, there was branch off to the right, and Estelle called out, “Should we turn right?”I shook the ball and it said, “Ask again later.”So Jen said, “Okay then. Straight ahead it is.”So. Well, didn’t Cousteau’s ship have egg-beaters instead of sails? Inwardly rotating pairs of horizontally aligned tubes of curved airfoil grabbed air from above and forced it downward between them. Not only did it zip, but it had a nice stable very low hover using the ground-effect, and it was crash-proof in the event of power failure above seventy feet if you were quick to throw the auto-gyro switch, as the air moving through the airfoils braked the craft so it landed bump-thump instead of. I looked around for a final check. Fortunately there was no one else around or my plan would have failed at the last minute. My beauty walked towards me, unaware of the fate I had in store for her. I smiled at her and pretended to walk towards the cubicle. As I passed her, I quickly pressed the Taser against the back of her neck and squeezed the trigger. She gave soft gasp and her whole body stiffened and gave a few jerks before going limp and keeling onto my waiting arms. I quickly dragged her. I was breathless with desire, about to explode watching her work on him like she was some cock-hungry slut. I struggled with the invisible zipper on my skirt, cursing it for cheating me out of some hot sex, and then the memory of Stacey's prohibition returned to me. Nothing in my dripping pussy. Damnit!Darryl suddenly pushed Jenny off his tool. "You're gonna have to give me something more than that," he said, breathing heavily. "Show me what you got, Jenny-girl."It seemed like a remarkably.