I had an idea what had happened but wasn't really in a place to talk much about it. There was a ton of people there. A bunch I knew and a bunch I didn...t. Finally one of my friends gave me the keys to his car and said he would get a ride home with his gf. So I found Kate and told her I had a ride. When we headed to the car the guy who gave her the compliment was tagging along. I was like "what the fuck is he doing?". She told me to shut up and she would tell me later. We go to my buddy's car and. That could only mean this had something to do with time travel.She immediately tried entering words that had to do with her thesis.'H-I-S-T-O-R-Y' nothing'F-U-T-U-R-E' nothing'T-I-M-E" nothing"Wait a minute. My thesis is called 'Time Travel' and since passwords cannot have spaces let's try:T-I-M-E-T-R-A-V-E-L." Immediately the dialogue box disappears and Microsoft Word opens and displays the encrypted contents of the file.Even though she cannot read the file she can now check properties. The. Standing at the end of my bed in my typical bachelor pad flat wearing not a stitch of clothing. On her knees and a little to my right was Lisa Duncan, she was similarly naked, showing her curvaceous body (a short five foot five, long blonde hair and the kind of impish cute face that no-one could ever be annoyed at atop her excellently proportioned bosom and a round, firm ass) while she worked over my heavy balls in her mouth. A delightful situation to be sure as her pliant, roving tongue. ”We exited the elevator on the 8th floor and Clark went to his room. Clarissa took her bag to her room and came back to join me in mine. I put on The Amazing Kamikaze Syndrome, a new album by Slade, which had been my sister’s gift to me. The album had two fantastic songs, Run Runaway and My Oh My, for which I liked to crank up the volume on my stereo.“Will you settle a wager with me that I made with myself?” Clarissa asked as we sat close together on the couch.“Possibly.”“What did you and.