Now, this may be a surprise to you, but the early development of the railway systems gave us two other inventions, apart from a new, faster method of ...travel. Those were the concept of ‘time zones’, and ‘data communications’.“Until the railroads spread across the country – and here I’m referring mainly to the United Kingdom and then United States, most towns and cities used their own time standard, what was called ‘solar time’. Sure, they used the twenty-four hour clock, with minutes and. She smirked. ‘Hello, there.’ Her slender fingers crawled up his leg. ‘Comfortable now?’ ‘I…ah…’ He stared. Something was very wrong here. These were nymphs. Wicked nymphs. Nymphs who wanted to use him. Endlessly. Without escape. Making him scream. Giving him untold and unending pleasure. All he had to do was sit still and…wait. He was confused again. ‘I’m Lisura,’ the nymph said. She spoke slowly, as if to a child. ‘What’s yours?’ ‘I…ah…Snatch.’ Lisura smiled at him. ‘Good boy.’ He felt an. Alone and buoyant, she jumped on the swing and sang the first song that came in to her head: Papa was a rolling stone/Wherever he lay his hat was his home. On and on, she sang. Her voice rising, the only sound around. She swung higher and higher. The hem of her dress flying open. The breeze caressing her wide open legs, wreaking havoc on her ability to remember the words. She did not much care, as it turns out. It was not just the summer breeze. She suddenly noticed that the swing was rubbing. She jumped at my first touch, but then laid her head back and smiled, her eyes closed. “Where have you been, I’ve gotten all tingly waiting for you,” she sighed. “I was waiting for him to leave, forgot the game was on here”, I told her. Screw him she said as we kissed passionately, when we broke I whispered in her ear, I would rather screw you. I began sucking on her earlobe, my hands sliding down her arms to caress her belly. She had one hand on the back of my head, while the other.