I must be tripping out of my skull."Of course, he couldn't see the skull that he referred to. That was why the room had seemed brighter to him - the t...op of his head was providing no shade anymore. There was still the possibility that he was hallucinating, of course, but the photograph would still be there even after the drugs wore off. Also, he didn't feel stoned at all - but he had heard of drugs that prevented you from feeling like you were buzzed, even while you were.About half an hour. Looks like some shave-tail. Quinn returned his gaze to Winchell, whowas now walking toward him, Virginia at her side. Is the Commanderwearing make-up? Something strange is going on here."Captain, this is Virginia Skeffler and Ronald King," Winchellintroduced the pair. Virginia shook Quinn's hand just as Ron came up,completing the formalities. Quinn looked at him very hard. This guy'sgot shave-tail written all over him. Quinn looked at Virginia closely;really nice looking woman, he. She was a bit on the small size, boob-wise, but that was perfectly okay with me. Her dime-sized areolas were perfectly centered on her c-cup breasts, which had taunt little nipples perched perfectly on top of her breasts. She closed her eyes and interlocked her fingers behind her head as I toyed with each breast, licking and gently sucking on each one.I slowly kissed my way down to her pierced navel and as I unfastened her jeans, she toe-to-heel kicked off her flats. She smelled shower fresh,. "Her petticoats. Like the petticoat law," Elizabeth said."Exactly," Mrs. Cooper replied. "Mary was, once upon a time, one of thosecowardly little souls that showed neither generosity, fortitude, norbravery when we most needed it. With Mrs. Ascot's encouragement, thegovernment decided she belonged in ladies' things. In petticoats." Shegave me a brief gesture with her hand. "You can straighten yourself outMary."I dropped my skirt and shook it free where it caught on my underskirts. Icurtseyed to.