Those two poor kids were still listing to the right long after the race was over.The home team managed to hold on and win 7-6, and after the game ther... were fireworks. All in all a pretty good time. On the way out, they asked me if I could come over for dinner the next night. I quickly agreed.Once I got home I realized that this was about the best thing that could have happened to me. Think about it. With each of the previous four women the experiences had revolved around sex, so much so that I. We’re a half-day from reaching the crevasse jog and the sun's setting. I’ve set our night-camp inside a mass of brambles knowing that the Hybrids likely know where we are, but there’s nothing that can be done about that because I have to get some sleep – at least a few hours. With my crossbow at ready, I’ve set Lainey to sit quietly on watch which is the best that I can do, so good night to all. I pull my sleeping bag over my shoulders with Lainey sitting nearby quietly humming a pleasant song.. It looked like the lighting for a concert, but miniature, a few of the devices swiveling to track them. It was so dark that once the door was closed, they were plunged into almost complete blackness.Jamie switched on his controller, the semi-transparent ball on its tip lighting up with a dull, red glow. He waved it through the air like a wand, leaving a trail of what looked like crimson paint in the air. It was holographic, projected by the many devices that surrounded them, flickering a little. Her short, form-fitting, black skirt. The skirt she wore to formal occasions that were more social than formal, like the author’s reading we had attended at our west branch bookstore earlier in the evening. The sexuality she expresses in that skirt simply cannot be ignored, especially by me. I am baited by the curve of her, by the way she moves within those curves. Catching glimpses of her across the store or brushing behind her close enough to feel her warmth, I cannot help but want to pounce.