C.C.'s quote that "any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic"; I know. Thing is, that's the best way to describe what Femen...alia is and how a human--even one living in the early 21st century--will experience the kind of possibilities they're exposed to when a Femenalian Agent makes herself (and yes--there is no room to budge here--always *her*self by design and by function) known.It is another cliche--albeit couched in the culture of the moment--that it has been. Len told me that she had to hire the rehearsal room, and could only get it occasionally. But it had one necessary piece of equipment, a huge fan. On summer days the heat on the top floor could get oppressive, and as it was quite a large room, someone had adapted an industrial fan to provide cool air. Len was putting it to another use. We entered the room and Len flipped the bolt over on the door. She explained that lots of acts did rehearsals there and they had to keep their new routines. ALL 10 inches. And I almost drooled on IT. IT moved without either one of us touching IT. I know I shouldn't be doing this. Nor be so excited by his ........Manhood. But....he wanted me to turn around and let him admire my ass. I could see his grab for his penis and By the time I turned back around to face him He was fully HARD. His balls look full and I knew he wasn't leaving without a withdrawal. Plus I wanted to .... I took off my panties and he took off my bra. He sucked my tits. Goodbye for now."Tom looked at Jeannette, who was staring at him in puzzlement. "What?" he asked her.She frowned. "You never thought it odd that there was no airport or spaceport, nor realised why?" No. Why should we? Everything about this city is odd, so none of us noticed that they had no airport or spaceport. The builders were gone, so there was no one to talk to about the structures, or lack of them. We found the cities and the railroad connecting them; there was enough in the way of.