“No!” she screamed again. “Leda!” Grabbing the tote, she hurled it through where the gate should be, watched it fly spinning through the air, ...aphazardly disgorging its contents across the floor. “No!” she screamed, again. “You can’t do this, Leda!”Furious, she whirled on her bad foot, grimaced in agony as the ankle buckled beneath her, and then stumbled to the dais and climbed up. The gate couldn’t be gone. This was its home location. Leda had told her so. Yet a wave above the control panel. It took me nearly a month to master it completely and demonstrate to my satisfaction that my package would work all the time. I went to George’s office to arrange some time to show him what I’d come up with. It took him a couple of minutes to understand what I wanted, because when he saw me coming he was sure I was going to whine about not being able to solve the problem, just like everybody else. After his initial surprise, he asked me to stay late that night so we’d have privacy to go over. So I pulled back the sheet and got right to work, squeezing a good size plop of lotion into my palm and started seeking that familiar rhythm that would carry me to bliss and, hopefully, back to sleep. Soon that familiar feeling began to slowly build in my balls. It just came down to how fast I wanted to find release.Suddenly, I was distracted by a flash of light through the French doors into the bedroom. Light that looked a lot more like daylight than a lamp.It dawned on me that I had never. Then I heard the door go, slamming shut. I hear a shout but take a moment to make it out... "It's just me Rob, I think I left my wallet in your bathroom..." Opening the door in the same breath. I'm stood frozen on the spot as I'm struggling to stand. My friend stands shocked staring at me, as I watch his face in the reflection in the mirror. I cover my eyes and repeat "omg please don't tell anybody!"He pauses, then agrees, but on the condition that he gets to lift up my skirt. I smile as I.