" Nods of agreement from around the table."Never mind 2218, so agent Pink is a failure," stated the minister."Well it's 218 Minister, but yes you can ...ay we're still working on it," agreed the chief scientist."Ok, Pink was a side issue anyway, Blue the main thing, thank you people," the minister said and he got up and left.Back in my lab, I wrote up my notes from the meeting, I came to the comment about 2000/218, god what a day that was. This version of agent Pink sent our poor lady volunteers. "This is my wife Carrie, and my daughter Lily," he was telling the giantwoman. I watched her check off some boxes on the list for us."Great! Give us just a few more minutes for the rest of your tour groupto get here and we'll get moving to the hotel to get you all checked infor your two-week tour!" Great!" my adventurous dad said. I looked around at the gathering groupof people from our dimension who had all come to tour this amazing newworld. All of the advertisements we had received said that. She stood a fraction under six feet and had never had to watch her weight in the slightest, except on the odd occasion to try and put some on. Her breasts were small, capped with light small buds that were exceptionally sensitive and hardened into long ovals. Broad shoulders made her figure look almost masculine, giving her a swimmers body. Her saving grace was her legs. They were exceptionally long and straight, the muscles not sharply defined but visibly present on her calves and thighs. As. I liked the way she let her fingers linger on my buttocks and I could tell from her ragged breathing she was thinking it might be nice for us to find a quiet place to get better acquainted. I didn't have any problem with that except it was a tricky proposition considering we were still on the run for our lives and we were not in safe territory yet.There was an empty guitar case resting against the wall of the rusted shed and I stashed the rifle with the scope still attached inside. I still had.