Now let your legs relax, good, good.”I did as he wanted, not because he wanted it, but because I wanted to. I put a finger in my mouth, biting light...y, my other hand lifting the hem of the short skirt. I was rewarded by a “fucking great,” from Gerry.I zoomed in, as she let her legs fall apart. Not wide, no that would come later, but just enough for the camera to see her cunt, fuck her wet cunt. Her lips parted slightly, moist and inviting. I wanted to fuck her, later. I needed her to get into. “Morning!”I looked up. Oh my sainted aunt! Rachel stood in the doorway. Her legs! My shirt hung from the sharp tips of her breasts and more to the point came just fractionally below her sex, and for the first time I could see all her legs. She had worn short skirts before, but never that short! I must have stared, because she laughed.“Roddy,” she reproved me, “I said ‘Good Morning’!”“Oh, er, Good Morning,” I blushed, having been caught out. “Did you sleep well?”“Very well,” she said, “and I’m. . Initially, she had kept her eyes closed. Afraid to find out that the 'bad dream' theory would be falsified. But that ostrich tactic didn't help much; even through closed eyes, the bright morning sun woke her up like the day before, and was evidence enough in itself that she was not in her own bedroom at home. She stared blankly at the ceiling while the harsh truth sank in.At home, she also would never wake up THIS hungry. Indeed, Anna's belly made all kinds of funny noises. Last time she had. A quantum mechanic can’t fix your car! Faustus Mortal nods. Sari Stone: So, if you shorten the half-life, that is increase the value of the radioactive decay constant so as to speed up radioactive decay, what would that buy you? Faustus Mortal: Today we ‘burn’ U-240, Plutonium, or like short-lived trans-Uranium isotopes. Suppose we could burn the U-238, the longer-lived isotopes and the so-called ‘Waste Plutonium’? Sari Stone: That would multiply the energy available by over one hundred! Only.