. and picked right up where we'd left off. By morning, our loins (and bones) were sleeping most contentedly.******************************************...*************************************Last night, I wanted another man, but he was being seriviced by another Joe like him. I'm not the kinda gal to take second fiddle to anyone in that department--and decorum prevented me from being a back alley whore cat to a quadruple male orgy--so I went home, buzzing with testosterone of my own to share with. They dive into my knickers and wander deep down into the moist crack. The funny feeling wells up again and weakens my defence, but as he starts to play with my tiny arsehole I free myself quickly and turn around again. His ubiquituous hands move already over my tighs into my groin, and swiftly under the seam of my knickers. They comb through my pubic muff and search for my tickler. A wave of extreme tiredness washes over me, as I feel his cock pressing dangerously into the crack between my. “Where are we?” “St. Louis. Forrest Park to be specific. And if I’m not mistaken, just across that road, about a block away, is one of the best pizza places ever.” “We’re in St. Louis,” she asked incredulously. “Yep.” “But that’s…that’s like 2000 miles away.” “Yeah, something like that.” “How will we get back?” “Same way we got here. I provide round-trip service.” I grinned at her and she just rolled her eyes at me in an exasperated way. “We could have just gone to Pizza Hut or something, you. I thought I detected some shimmering as well, an energy field separating me from those in the audience. I had been told that this was a hearing and not a trial. They hadn't told me what the hearing was about. Paxlyn Domain citizens don't know the nightmare of appearing naked on stage—and often, at school—because they grew up naked and on stage. When I think about it, I wonder if Council—the artificial intelligence or master computer running Paxlyn Domain—put me at ease, or if being nude for.