She waved the clipboard in his direction. “Would you like a hand?” Again Joe nodded. She made to hand him the clipboard but it was a feint. Inst...ad she grabbed the towel, leaving him standing there with his erection and a very red face. She looked down at him. “My you do seem excited. I wonder who you were thinking about. It must be someone very fit.” Joe tried to cover his embarrassment and his erection but she stepped forward and began to undo her blue blouse. Quickly she had exposed her. But I felt it was important to convey a feeling of equality among the guest stars. Why should a black poodle be given special attention over, for instance, an orang-utan?Aside from what I've mentioned so far, the other thing that set us apart from the run-of-the-mill nature show was our content. We didn't pull any punches... none of that pussy footing around the North Woods in shoe-shoes, using radio receivers to locate radio-transmitter tagged badgers deep in their winter hibernation. "Little. "You may play devil's advocate if you like, but in the end I believe you will find that Cory's response is the one an overwhelming majority of our species would give." Why?" she asked petulantly. "I mean, I suppose I know from my viewpoint, but what's yours?" To begin with, the 'immortality' you postulate is an arid one. The mind, or some essence of it, may well survive, but only in utter isolation." Isolation?" she repeated incredulously. "How can you say that? The mind lives on in a community. Of you have done?” All three nodded again. Now more of a smirk, a sly, nasty smile formed. “OK, then, what all of you have done to Jezebels. The ritual, so many guys working so hard on one woman, did entice me. Martin knows that.” She winked at Martin. “It is strange for some woman to have that much sex done to her, and for all those men to do it to her. A strange trip, I suppose. I am little, little everywhere; but, for some reason, I really like to be stretched. My senses tell me that I would.