”“Damn, Mike, that is so cool,” Cathy said. “First, you were able to enhance yourself and us, and now you have that neat little gizmo, there. ...hat is on the screen?” Cathy leaned as far over her drum kit as possible to see the writing on the display, but obviously couldn’t make it out.“It is pretty sweet, isn’t it?” I replied. “Uh, the Energists asked me if I wanted a wired or wireless microphone system for singing here in the garage.” Just then a beeping sound chimed and a new message appeared. The only exceptionwas the white Santa like trim that the dress had. As her legs coatedthemselves in green pantyhose, she noticed she was walking on the ballson her toes. She was then handed a tie with a neck strap like acigarette girl in Vegas. Only this tie had cartons of nylons on them."Stand outside the store and advertise hour holiday wear collection." Thanks." Sabrina said as she stepped out of the store and into themall.As she tried to speak to the people passing by however, she found. He could cum and pretty much keep his hard-on. He'd spent many a night just after lights-out quietly beating his meat in his bed, thinking of some sexy TV star — or Missy, sometimes. He'd shoot his load into a wad of tissue, only to do it again the next morning before arising."Mmm ... Missy," he said softly as his hand flashed up and down his dick. He was already on the edge of an orgasm. He imagined what it would feel like with Missy and that put him over the top. He fumbled for his already. " We'll be on the European side, mostly in some little Spanish villagethat has been rebuilt to look almost exactly as it was before the GreatDisaster. I've heard they're talking about building a bridge across thefalls, too bad its not built yet, or we could meet in the middle." We'll figure something out. It's not like there aren't ferries goingback and forth all the time." Unless you find some handsome man in Africa," I said."Or you find someone in Spain - man, woman, maybe a bit of both ...".