“Sure. I can set it up for you. How’s Friday night sound?”It was now Wednesday morning. Tonight would have sounded better, but beggars can’t b... choosers. “Friday sounds good,” I told her.I was sure the clocks around the world had all stopped sometime early Wednesday morning, then restarted at a painfully slow crawl. It seemed forever till Friday finally came. But it finally did and we were now standing on the porch of Leather’s house. Angela rang the bell.As before, the porch light went out and. 5 I was still holding his head and I rested my forehead against his, “I love you, do you know that, have you any idea how much I love you and thank you for this morning, how long was I out for?” I asked, “oh! about 10 minutes, and there is no need to thank me, you were fabulous and I hope you got what you wanted as I suspect that there was a tiny bit of fantasy being lived in you choosing to fuck a black guy” he said, I could feel myself blushing, “maybe just a little bit of a one” I said. Unfortunately, she had set the controls on the device and sent it to New Eden (she hoped), but had overlooked the fact that she should have been inside it when it jumped away. Elaine could teleport to any location she could envision, but New Eden was so far away that teleporting without mechanical assistance would use up so much of her body mass that, even though she was 'enhanced', the trip would most certainly kill her.As she watched, the vile Arcadian savagely searched the tiny room, finally. ”“Right. And where are you?”“Pipeline Road, just northeast of Balcanoona Creek.”“Right. They’ll take off in a few minutes and should be there inside of a half hour. One of the men’ll be a medic. Over and out.”“Thanks,” said Mitch.“No problem,” said Sam. “Here’s an energy bar. You probably are real low now. By the way, I’m Sam and this is Tessa.”“G’day. What did I step into?”Sam looked. “Looks like a bilby tunnel to me.”“I thought there weren’t bilbies in South Australia any more.”“He must have.