He loved the task or readingsubmissions, and had written some himself, always seeming to bring outfeminine feelings. All of the other staffers for the...magazine were girls; they cared littlefor clothes or fancying themselves up. Carolyn, the editor, forinstance, wore army fatigues and boots and no makeup. She was a huskygirl with wide hips made wider by her choice of clothes, and Corey knewshe loved the outdoors, did hiking and camping and must have beenphysically strong. Most days, Corey was. ”Then she swung into the laser array, leaving me stammering: “W-Wait, what does that mean!?”I followed her. The laser array, like the bridge, was in microgravity, which I was getting real sick of. The main array was a collection of focusing apertures and gas chambers that were used to create and enhance the laser. Every ten feet or so, there were cables running into the walls, where containers full of science goop waited to be infused into the laser. At the very bottom of the long tunnel, there. He took out his glass cutter and suction cup and within seconds Nicky was in the house. He didn’t particularly feel rushed as he knew that since it was just 9:20 he had all day. The first place he went to was Gina’s bedroom, a place he had studied through the open window for weeks and also a location, in his imagination at least, of many erotic escapades. Nicky was a thief no doubt, but in a weird way he was a polite thief. He tried not to be randomly destructive but only came and stole what. "So I hope you won't take advantage of an elderly woman." I certainly would, and planned to. "I want it in my ass please. I won't take no for an answer."Her bluntness rivaled my own, and I marveled. A woman who looked so respectable, and she was asking me to take her in the butt? It was more fun than I had hoped for. "Whatever you say," I said nonchalantly, leaning back slightly and raising my hips a little to give her a good look at what she was asking for. She looked and smiled, and.