He finally settled in front of the TV with some chips and a beer, stretched out and watched the game for a few innings before dozing off. He was awak...ened an indeterminate amount of time later to the sound of what had to be Vicky coming through the front door.“Cal? I’m home!” She appeared a moment later in the kitchen doorway. “Oops, did I wake someone from their nap?” she cooed in baby talk. He just blinked at her in response, heavy with sleep and unsure what to say. “Man, have you seen. The college student who played the guy was still completely naked. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the girl's choice to screw the part up. This was just the idea of the school administration. I wonder if this explains anything about me? I hope you enjoyed my bit of related history. All the stuff about Truro Beach is true as far as I know. I've seen some of the articles that appeared in the papers. But here's one story I've only heard third hand, though again several times. In the late seventies. “Had a team up there yesterday, said it didn’t exist,” Birry replied.“Odd,” I mused out loud. “Geography alone would account for it. Got the topography map of our Earth, please?”We laid the map out and used our powers to show that, yes, on our Earth (and presumably others) there was a valley where, on Draenoric, apparently, there wasn’t.“I think we need to take another look,” Birry stated.“Yes, my friend. I think we do,” I nodded. “Get the various squads to head there after completing their. . kinda salty and weird texture. When he finally stopped I had swallowed god knows how much, and my mouth was still full not to mention a lot was running down my cheeks, dripping onto my breasts and legs.We just stared at each other or who knows how long... and I think both of us realized that from this point on there was definitely something mutual going on. There's not other way to describe what had happened there, it had to be something more than friendship... all I could think was, is this.