She stood up and to my horror I could see my jism running down below her hem and down her thigh."Uh, don't you want to clean up first?" I remarked. It...was not quite dark outside, and there was also the walk through the lobby to consider."Nope!" she said with confidence. "I like the feeling. I can't do anything about the dress and honestly at this point I don't care. And besides, what is anyone really gonna say?"She started walking to the elevator and I noticed again that sashay which I now knew. We attacked without cutting the phone lines. They had help on the way and we hadn’t loaded the money.I got the boys loading the money, but they were more concerned about loading the drugs than the money. I loaded as fast as I could, but it was too late, reinforcements were there and another firefight erupted. Half the Filipino’s were dead. In their arrogance the Filipinos thought they knew better, and refused to listen to my orders. It was dark, but the fires consuming the buildings made us. Crystina double checked to see if her patient was wearing contacts as they’d have to be removed. {Damn, they’re real.} Even through the broad straps, blood, and dirt, Dr. Shepherd could tell that Erin Durant was a pretty girl. And she was. Erin was about five feet nine and was barely one hundred thirty pounds and not one bit of it was fat. It was pure muscle. Her hair was a soft, wavy auburn and her skin was creamy white. She obviously spent very little time out in the sun. A plus in today’s. The Agneta hero approached, with her cyborg legs and arms whirring.The girls, all best of friends, hugged and giggled not letting thestrapped on blasters and bombs get in their way.It wasn't anything like how guys got together at all. Scott enviedthem and how they rambled on, gossiping and comparing notes.The lights dimmed. The ads played overhead. Women's products flashedby. Nanite Cosmetics showed a woman getting her skin redone and herhipbone widened for what the narrator called "a.