”Roy found his father floating in a transparent horizontal cylinder bathed in bluish light. His face was covered by a dome shape hemispherical thing... There was another empty ReGen tank next to the one with his father, where a two meter long, thick black slug like life-form was in the process of sliding out of the empty tank. The big snail had a white tube like garment around the upper part of its body and two feelers under arm long feelers at what seemed to be the head. The moist shimmering. I threw on my jacket, gloves, toque, scarf and boots before pulling my backpack on. Have I mentioned that I live in Calgary? Yeah. For the uninitiated that is a city in western Canada. And its winter. Not during one of our famous Chinooks either, this was a deep chill. -33 Celsius this morning. Wonderful.I stepped out of the house and into the northern wind and felt the deep cold chill me immediately even through my layers. Nothing I could really do about it so I trudged on through the snow to. "For instance, a lot of people hike down the Kaibab, spend the night at Phantom, and then hike back up the Bright Angel. You might want to get to know those two trails so they won't intimidate you, since sooner or later you'll have to do a half trip and that's how you do it."The following Monday they drove out to the South Rim to Pat and Rachel's gift shop -- which was a pretty big emporium of all sorts of Canyon-related merchandise and books. They bought several books about the Canyon to. Now the memory, like all bed memories, either fade, or become rose tinted, but as I lay here remembering the abuse, I suddenly marvel at his audacity, and I look down the length of my nude body, and realize he had me, all of this that I survey, as desirable as I portray, this man had his penis inside me seven years back, and not a murmur from me, I let him steal my precious virginity and cum, one small tug on my slender girlish hips, and he broke though and slipped inside deep, and a flood of.