" The Density Ship Hades??" Mrs. Hastings' rival snorted. "What kind of BS are you pulling here?"Mrs. Hastings grinned a 'you should have kept your mo...th shut smile.' "Megan, can you give us a visual. My coworkers think we are making this up." Wotan, take the incoming phone call and send a visual signal to that location."The regular anchormen looked in shock as Mrs. Hastings indicated the big screen.The in-studio cameraman panned immediately to it."Megan, what exactly is going on?" As I stated. Once I reassured and complimented you, you slipped into bed beside me with a big smile."Oh, sweet Jesus," I gasped. My head spinning from the scent of your perfume, I was in heaven as you fell into my arms, desperate to explore every inch of your body. I caressed you through the soft silky material while you ran your nails down my back, over my bare buttocks, and across my thighs. No words were needed, and the world disappeared as we melted together.Anxious to feel your skin on mine, there was. I knew he was way to gentle to be an ax murderer, Ihoped."Baby what's the matter? You know I love you. I didn't marry you just towalk away because you have some big secret that you have been trying totell me. I cannot imagine what could be so terrible that you would beafraid that I would leave you, unless of course you're already married.Or an ax murderer, my mother would never forgive me if I married an axmurderer. You're not already married to someone else are you?"I guess I looked so worried. I could only smile and nod my head vigorously. Her hand left my leg and clasped my left hand, turning it palm up. Before it registered on my slow-thinking brain what she was doing, she had pulled her T-shirt out a bit with her left hand and plunged my hand under the shirt, giving me a handful of soft mammary flesh. She was holding her little sign in front of her so that nobody could see where my hand was unless they looked really closely. She put her right-hand back on my knee.Calmly massaging.