She’s spun round, pulledher gown tight across her body, and looked at me inanger.“Rick, don’t put your hand there. You must stoptouc...ing me! Rick, move your hand… NOW!!”“Oh…” I’d muttered. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t thinkyou’d mind. I thought…”“You know what your problem is? You need a girlfriendbadly.”“Do you know where I can find one”? I asked.“Ask a girl your own. With that, she got straight to her feet, giving me a full view of her glorious body from my still-sitting position, but instead of loosing her nerve and running out the door as I half expected, she turned and ran straight up stairs! She paused briefly at the top, looking round, then stared straight into my spare bedroom where my computer was still running, and on the screen was that favourite picture of mine!I had run up the stairs behind her, terrified of what she would see, but too late to. “Goddamn it!” I howled. “Jesus Fucking Christ! Holy shit! Oh my God! Please don’t stop fucking me! Don’t ever stop fucking me!”Both American Outlaw and Modern Moll snickered.“Are you Catholic?” she teased, gripping my wobbling tits and thumbing my diamond-hard nipples.As I was caught in a rolling tsunami of orgasms, my lust and laughter mixed into giddy, trembling annoyance.“Hush up and get me off!” I managed to croak out between barks and yelps of befuddled cupidity.She tickled my armpit. The resulting panic and chaos brought the nation to its knees. Almost overnight the world had changed to a much more dangerous place.Max herself was different; she was born and raised in a facility called Manticore, a government run agency meant to create a better solder, a super solder. Genetically manipulated to be both faster and stronger then the people around her. She had meant to be perfect, beautiful beyond imagining. With luscious lips, dark soulful eyes and a perfect body she was made.