Temporaldisplacement doesn't do anything physically to what is beingtransported, it only takes matter and moves it forward along." Max grunted, seemin...ly in agreement. "So this is going to be like 'Back to the Future,' right?" Lucyasked. "Only with a monkey instead of a dog." Cree sighed. As a scientific purist, he hated references to timetravel in popular culture, especially its most famous example. "Yes,"he replied. "It's somewhat similar. We're going to put a calibratedstopwatch on Max's. In a ritual that was at the same time normal as pie, and one of the craziest things Francine had ever done, she introduced all the girls to her former lover.It wasn't until Bob was already back inside the stadium, that Francine froze, and her strained voice said "Where is my habit?"The girls had naturally gathered at the back of the bus. They were a subdued lot, now. Francine was still angry with them, but she knew it would do no good to stay with them and beat what was, basically, a dead. Selfishness wrapped in generosity. Treason in disguise.Ah well. I guess I have to live with your disapproval. A small price to pay. At least I have one consolation: it has been a great life so far.It took almost half a year before a new adventure presented itself.Six months of getting wet from tasting oysters. Or just hearing a Beethoven sonata. Any piano piece, actually. It was also six months of bringing home a horny body because of it. And having sweet George gloriously fuck it.More and more. Boys, girls, whatever, but I usually look for men with brains. You have no how many virginities I’ve taken from charming nerds with a blow job and some missionary up at Tabor Point. Most of ‘em can’t keep it up for more than a minute, so they blow their load in me or on me and I fake it. I’ve turned a few into outright studs that way too, practice makes perfect.” She sighed and trailed off, then started again. “I love the feel of their semen all over me, it makes me feel like some feminine.