The idea struck him to changehis garments for clothes more in harmony with his project; by which he might also get a little money to satisfy the immed...ate cravings of hunger. The resolution taken, it remained to carry it out.It was only after a long search that Passepartout discovered a native dealer in old clothes, to whom he applied for an exchange. The man liked the European costume, and ere long Passepartout issued from his shop accoutred in an old Japanese coat, and a sort of one-sided. He studied.He spent his evening going over schematics. He spent his eveningresearching how eyeshadow should be applied. He spent his eveninglooking at repair flow-charts of automated systems. He spent his eveningsifting through search results for "fashion for the petite figure".He came to a deeper understanding of underlying principles upon whichthis world's technology was based. He tried on one outfit after anotherin front of the mirror. Circuit boards had advanced beyond his wildestdreams.. It was sometime Monday afternoon when the idea first started to tease me with its potential. I'd been obsessed with thoughts of fucking Paula all day, and at first thinking of the logistics was just window dressing on the fantasy, to make it seem more real. Doug and I were about the same size and build, just over six feet and fairly muscular for our age. His hair was a shade or two lighter brown than mine, but nothing anyone would notice in the dark. Doug and I belonged to the same athletic. It was stone like the wall and closed tight. I pulled the mage float in and against the gate and went to cut bushes and brush to hide it. When I was done I slung the bow and started to climb the moss covered rock wall.I was almost to the top when I heard voices and froze and slowly began to search the forest. I saw the bandits a moment later as they pulled naked captives after them. When I saw the girls I started climbing down. Once I was down I took my bow off and nocked an arrow and moved.