Shit. I guess we should have been discussing my death more, but frankly, the only way I can continue is to block it out of my mind. If I concentrate o... my own death, on what it implies and what it'll be like and especially what it'll do to Cate and everyone else, I'm afraid I'll freeze up and be unable to continue with what I need to do. Frankly, I feel whoever is behind all of this, whether otherworldly spirits or some unknown god, is purposely allowing me to block it from my consciousness,. She swore to herself it was. The embers in her groin were glowing red hot now, she could feel her nipples hard. She looked at Michael as he took a quick look at her and grinned, then his eyes went back to her show. Dang, he really did want to see them! Geeze....she stifled a moan as she felt the bottom edges of the bra cups scrape over her nipples and remembered the show she put on for him in her mirror less than a week ago. Now it was for real! And he was devouring her with his eyes!. I’m Brenda of the B Pod of Harry’s Girls. Bee, Betty, Beth, Bretha finish out my Pod. Harry put me in charge of this mission to AE3 since Captain Archer and her crew had not worked out so well the last time. I had my own Bob now, we had decided, after a vote to name him Ted. My crew consisted of my other four sisters, two more Area 51 Girls, Karla and Karen, plus two more of Molly’s super smart science nerds, Jane and Bell with their nanee boost. Besides having Ted the ship/AL we had two young. Love,MotherSabah shook her head. Mother was forever "discovering" new coteries of men, each one better than the last. Crusaders, Saracens, Florentine artists, Cavaliers, Redcoats, the post-Terror Directory, Confederate officers, Doughboys, RAF pilots, French underground, Astronauts, Rock Bands! Sabah also knew her mother would not understand what she felt for Rod; she didn't understand it herself. Rod was so far beyond a delightful source of the sexual energy she needed to survive, so much more.