Lance thought a bit before saying, ‘The Spirits are right. How could I’ve been so dumb?’ He walked into the night. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It ...as well after midnight when Pristine decided that she could not sleep. She got up and headed toward her bookcase. She pulled on a book called ‘Nature’. The bookcase moved to reveal a secret passageway. Going through it, she quietly went down the long stairway. The passageway eventually led her outside. She walked to a nearby pond and sat down looking. Things long buried awaken again, things from the past calling down the ages to the ears of the present. This ancient thing of metal, older than anything made by our hand, this ancient thing of manufacture, beyond our current ability yet to make, and yet it bears our mark, our hands have touched this before. There is a doorway in its surface, a hatch there to be opened and though we have to be able to bring forth the courage to do this simple thing. Can it be that in the opening of this simple. Completely irritated I see there on the couch an unknown woman sitting, in a nightgown. She rises and approaches me with quick steps. "Good evening you must be Andrew, my name is Ulrike and I am a friend of Annette. You are Manuela's friend, Annette told me - nice to meet you." She gives me her hand, her fingers close warmly and softly around my hand. My surprise does not leave me. "Yes hello". Annette comes back into the living room. "Well, you two pretty ones, have you already made yourselves. Silk was right for once in his useless life. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful... the most desirable. She'd rock them in the casino... but he wasn't going to make any filthy cunt out of her before their horny eyes. No dildos... none of that. She was his! Maybe, he'd even drape her in some gauzy see-through costume... Yeah, tease 'em. That was the idea... Jesus, she was luscious! How he wished to Christ he could see her... really see her!He had.