"Not my idea, either, then. I guess we'll all manage in here." Well, we've got the place to ourselves tonight. I thought we could go shopping in Faken...am tomorrow morning and get some food. The others will be turning up in the afternoon.'The others' were three of the other authors on the site. Madeleine and Krysta had met Angela Dark and Celia Best at an earlier event when they had all fetched up in London at the "Power of the Eastern Idea" exhibition at the Victoria & Albert Museum. It was the. As I had suspected, she wore absolutely nothing underneath and when she finally freed those big gorgeous knockers, my dick got an extra shot of adrenalin. they were high and full, the color of mahogany and capped by coal-black nipples. Her flat belly swelled just slightly before curving into the succulent folds between her long legs, She had shaved all but a tiny patch of wiry pubic hair and stood still for a few seconds so I could admire her handy work. She smiled again and held her tits in. He hadn't really been able to tryto hold back at all.He quickly glanced over at all his reasons for winning the bet. Werethey still good reasons? He thought so, but he wasn't totally sure now.Slightly frustrated, he closed the spreadsheet and opened up his emailprogram instead. Just how were he and Mel going to decide who won andwho lost?Robin saw Mel's email come in and she opened it right away. It was ashort note where Mel mostly thanked her for the pictures and videos shehad sent. I can'tpromise anything other than to think on this. For now, finish up yourfood and let's get you back home. Sun's starting to go down outside."Timmy nodded slowly as he began eating the last chunk of his steak. Hislast, more ominous observation was never spoken, but was left to hisown mind as he chewed.That's what Rita told me.* * *The skies were just beginning to darken as Maggie stopped the carwithin a block of the address Timmy had indicated."Time to go, kid," Maggie noted. "I figure.