"Okay so who was the younger woman." When I didn't answer she went on. "My guess is someone with a sexual identity problem. You look kind of safe. Tha... is you would, if I hadn't read your books." You keep saying that but no one has read my books. I wish they had." Deke, I know how to access your computer. I have certainly been alone with it long enough to download a hundred files." I see," I really didn't want to ask her which files she had read."All men, but you in particular love a challenge,. I put my hands on the back of the couch and wiggled my ass at him.“Here?” I teased. “What kind of girl gets fucked on demand leaning over the back of the couch?”He leaned over me and kissed my ear. “My wife,” he replied.I pushed my ass into hm. “You’re wife,” I repeated.Dave undid my belt and my jeans. He pushed them and my panties down around my thighs. I bent over even further. I couldn’t really spread my legs as the pants and panties were holding my thighs together.I didn’t need any. The Edenites themselves, she knew, had been swabbing themselves down with dampened cloths, fronds and other materials, and had even tried to do the same for their tamed beasts, but it had been at best a makeshift substitute.My God, it must have been terribly unpleasant for them, she thought. Uncomfortable, too. And smelly. If Edenites have a sense of smell. I wonder do they? Amanda's never said, and it's not in the literature. Maybe they don't. I haven't smelled anything, but I'm not sure if I. 22 cal Winchester 52 Target Rifle with the 15 power Lyman Targetspot with Scopelevel and Lyman rails that would guarantee a clean kill at five hundred yards ... the perfect rifle for eliminating rabid squirrels and their ilk. He had that killer look.Arthur would jerk Mitch's hand loose from his sleeve saying, "Not now, I'll tell you when, Mitch," and go back to admiring the huge pedestal mounted pre-war chrome and brass Zeiss Battleship Spotting Binoculars with the filters and who knows what.