"He would often kiss and fondle me in public," she confessed, "even making me sit on his mate's laps from time to time and let them kiss and touch me ...oo." Touch you where?" I asked my mouth dry again."My breasts and legs," she said. "Although, usually, over my clothes." But not always though?" I asked."No, not always," she confirmed. "A couple of times he had undone my top and exposed my braless breasts and then he invited three of four of his friends to 'cop a feel' as he put it. He would. She was right of course. Time on Crossroads and Time on Chaos were unpredictable. I could be gone weeks on Earth and spend weeks with Persephone then arrive on Chaos the day after I last left. On the other hand, we'd rushed back after our first mission and nearly two years had passed on Chaos. Only the time that would pass on Earth was fixed. I'd tried to comprehend how other heroes compared to my timeline, but became hopelessly lost in the process. It had to do with the prohibition of heroes. Greg Collins chuckled in merriment at the latest business to set up shop in his ever growing city. As Thelma and Martha authorised the building of a private and very exclusive club, Sydney Douglas watched Kelsey sipping pina coladas through his dark sunglasses at the bar they had stationed themselves at. They were there to observe the comings and goings of employees of the cryogenics agency half a block down the pathway. Kelsey watched the man closely as his brow furrowed each time one of the. I didn't knock him down, but I did manage to chew a large chunk out of his vertical fin and rudder.That hit made it very difficult for the pilot to control his direction of flight without making use of his ailerons. The upshot was that he had to spend too much time on flying and not enough time of fighting. He also had to slow down to maintain control, and that gave our SPADs a significant advantage. He looked to me to be a relatively easy kill, so I waved Bud on to do the honors. Bud was so.