Another psion named Henry MacLean was sitting on a small energy platform in the Caribbean. He was using his weather controlling powers on a powerful h...urricane that he had formed. Alirath had taken over the satellites that were supposed to monitor the Caribbean, and had them projecting normal skies for the area. With a grin, she thought of the class five hurricane that was headed for the city of Miami in the middle of April. With the winds topping over two hundred miles per hour and no advance. Although only the fixtures and fittings remain, the glass-panelledinterior doors, Artexed ceilings, sumptuous deep-pile carpets, burnishedmahogany shelves and brass fin de si?cle lampshades all bear eloquentwitness to the fact that here was a woman who valued fine craftsmanshipover all other considerations. The building has been completely re-wired,and the lack of mildew or condensation suggests the existence of a numberof damp courses.The first clue that not everything is as it should be comes. "I was just surprised to see you, of all people, with our boy Travis, here ... What happened to the little blonde, Trav?"My first reaction was to think "What little blonde?" but then it came to me that Toby must have seen me with Carla Wells in Minnesota.But, fuck him. I didn't owe Toby Marr any explanations about anything. So I ignored the bastard.I guess to Juniper, my silence was intriguing. Once more, she went for the bait."What little blonde?" she asked. Her tone wasn't accusatory. She. Fuck I say, that's one meaty fine ass boi, he turns and says to me taste it and doing so my fingers are pulling his green bottoms down and I'm straight into his ass crack, perfect aim on his man hole, I rub both my hands up and down his lower back cupping his butt cheeks. After a good minute I ponder why his hole isn't tight its kind of sloppy and also Ian's totally hairless I mean silky smooth. your holes so big I say? Yeah you like he says. and with that he's rummaging around and gives me.