Our friends arrived; Carol removed her coat and was wearing only stockings and heels. She came and kissed me, rubbed my crotch, winked and said it fel... like I was ready for the show. I could see the bulge in Don’s pants as Jean took him by the hand and headed for the stairs. I followed Carol to the bedroom and enjoyed the view of her legs, ass and cunt as she climbed the stairs. Jean and Don embraced at the foot of the bed, kissed and Don’s hands mauled my wife’s ass. I stripped off and stood. Finally she located a space between two rocks where she could see inside the structure, pulling away handfuls of silt and small stones as she peered in. It looked the same inside as out, matte white walls with no discernible details. The tear looked large enough for her to get inside, but the boulders that were blocking her way must have been five or six hundred pounds apiece, there was no way for her to move them. She waved Sleethe over and he swam up beside her, immediately realizing what she. “You know that we can never be friends now. You’re a band person ... ugh! Football players are supposed to stuff band people in trashcans.”Danny looked at him as if to say, “Are you crazy? We both know who will get stuffed in a trash can and it isn’t me.”Steve burst out laughing and said, “You should see the look on your face.”“You had me going there for a second,” Danny said with a wry smile.“Why the flute?”“All the other flute players are girls.”“I definitely see the logic in that,” Steve. She accepted his offer, went to his car and? What happened then? She couldn?t remember. There was a black hole of oblivion in her memory.She heard steps. No matter how hard she tried to move her head, she couldn?t do it. The steps were getting louder and soon she saw a face lowering above her. His face. Sailor Jupiter tried to say something, but only a wordless groan left her mouth. She couldn?t say a word! What happened? Was it his work? She cursed. Why did all her romantic interests have to.