I felt his hands run up my thigh and disappear up my skirt. He caressed my bare arse before his fingers traced the line of my thong as it disappeared ...etween my firm arse cheeks. I closed my eyes as I felt his strong fingers seek out my cock, tucked away in its lace prison. I began to gently grind against his hand as I enjoyed the feeling of him against me when, with his other hand he lifted my skirt and slapped my arse. "Don't move." He said firmly. A little shocked I froze. His hand continued. “Hey future boy, you ready to go?” She called out.“Yeah, let me go slug some water, and change.” I called back.“Wait, she knows?” Meagan asked.“Yeah, she overheard me and Chloe talking in the store the other day. She’s cool with it.” I said before heading into the house.I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and began drinking. After finishing my third glass of water I grabbed my coffee and dumped the rest down the drain. As much as I don’t mind coffee, hanging out with my new friend seemed to. ’ This stung. In her book Laura had inveighed against women’s tendency to allow themselves to be inhibited by undue respect for societal norms, likemonogamy, that had outlived their usefulness. ‘If only –’ began Laura, and stopped. ‘If only?’ urged Elspeth. ‘I was going to say, if only there were a temporary version of the serum so I could experience the effects but then return to normal.’ I had to intervene. ‘I’m sorry, Laura, but so far as I know it’s permanent and irreversible. It’s a. It took all brain capacity she had in two of her brain cells for a one second to come to a conclusion:Someone wanted to get rid of her, and fast. Well, she knew that in advance, anyway.She sighed and closed her eyes. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't trained to fight, her profession was inquisition. Interrogation. Interviewing. Examine facts, compare them to the lies and intents, to the moods and the minute betrayal the people gave away every second with their bodies. She hadn't.