Momhad let me sleep in and miss church after the long night before, but Istill wanted to listen to the countdown. It would be the first timethat 'You ...Can't Hurt Me' would have a chance to make the list. I washoping it debuted high, but I knew it was unlikely since the song hadonly been released as a single three days earlier.When I walked out of the bathroom after taking my shower, I wasintercepted by my mom before I could make it to my room. She smiled atme kindly before speaking."How are you. I began to get hard...Dora’s voice...I’d about given up. I had enough money for a few weeks, even if I stayed in hotels. I could get a coach ticket to ... somewhere. Birmingham, perhaps. The temptation was to get it over with; a hotel room, a bottle of vodka, sleeping tablets, except for one fear. That the gang-rape, which left me sore and leaking semen, had made me pregnant. My life didn’t matter to me. A new life perhaps growing in me, did.A biggish motor-caravan drew up.“Where are you headed. It was an issue they had never considered, how much of the planet would survive being transported thru the gate.The math showed that if they did it fast enough it would work. The pressure release was not instant, but it was fast. Exit speed was always the same as entrance speed, plus or minus the speed of the exit gate. It would take some careful calculations, and a lot of speed, but they were confident that Venus could be moved to Mars orbit.The good news in this was that the process of. She decided a bath might help. But first she wanted to see what itlooked like in the mirror. She began running the bath, then came backinto the bedroom and undressed quickly.She stood naked before the mirror. Her vagina was now fully exposed. Shehad never seen a woman like this before except in pictures, even asDerek in his marriage of twenty years with Dianne. It looked quiteconfronting. She felt amazingly sexy. If there had been someone else inthe house, she thought, she would probably throw.