Oh, shit! The town was as near a complete wreck as any that we had seen. One or more fires had turned Bellmont into a good representation of Hell on a...bad day! There were very few buildings left standing, and all of them were built from brick. There did not seem much prospect for finding anyone in Bellmont, but we figured that we might as well ride around a little since we were already here.We drove toward a building that had survived the fire or fires and looked like a courthouse or city hall.. In fact, it hadn’t even been human. That wasn’t as big of a shock as it would have been a century – or even a few decades – ago. Humanity had run into half dozens of alien races while trying desperately to out-expand one another, and the most curious and enigmatic of those races were the Perseus Mumblers. Dwelling beyond the veil of a black hole, the Mumblers offered amazingly advanced technology ... for anyone willing to trade.Someone had punted the asshole through the Mumbler’s event horizon. A hundred and seventy or so of them were all the different places a person can walk a dog in a city of sixty thousand. And then there was the possibility that she lived in a house with a back yard, where the dog could frisk and poop at will, not necessarily in that order. And, of course, there is the fact that dog-walking doesn’t exactly take up hours of each day and that, even if she did take her dog out and walk him, it might take a whopping five minutes. Meanwhile I could be across town,. Master slowly pulled of my boxers and straddled me. She hitched up her skirt just enough for me to see her neatly trimmed pubes and he lowered herself onto me, almost. She hovered at the tip of my penis, letting me feel her warmth. I rose to meet her and she rose just enough to keep the distance. She grinned a wicked, teasing grin, and lowered herself again. I rose, and she did, too. I moaned in pleasure and frustration. “You know, I think you’re very close. I think you’re too close for much.