(*Anne-Mal) Could you explain what you do at the Nifty site?(amy_brett) Nostrumo, as he told you the other day, established the archive section. I got...there with some stories and was frustrated that it took a long time for them to show up. So I volunteered to the archivist a couple years ago to pick up the slack.(*Anne-Mal) Sounds like the volunteers here that Mindy uses!(amy_brett) Talking to Nostrumo I found he had some personal problems. So, since then, for about 2 years, I've been reading. The young woman obviously didn’t lean toward being messy as so many transient residents did. He focused on the drawing, fascinated as the scene developed. He was no connoisseur of art but her talent was obvious. Mai drew the same scene as before but out of proportion. The area was just too large for an accurate rendering. She drew the cluster of people to indicate that there were pairings within the group. Following the same impish impulse that led her to incorporate surprises in her. Now I could feel all thedetails: My face pressing against the pillow, with no stubble. My smoothlegs, so short that my toes could not reach the foot of the bed. My manpressing against my backside...As I lay there, he slipped one of his hands inside my panties and begancaressing my bottom. I loved it... but it was hard for him to reach, so Itwisted around until we were facing. I wrapped my arms around him and pulledus together tightly; my breasts squeezed into his chest, and I felt his hairon my. I glanced at the car and then walked to the front door with a shrug. As I spoke to the middle-aged woman who opened it I found myself searching her face for a trace of the dark-haired girl who’d given me the finger. There was something about the eyes I thought, and the lips, full and ripe. “and if you could give the back windows a going over I’d be grateful. The last chap forgot I’m afraid.” I nodded. The last chap indeed! I stomped round the house and set up my gear. “come on Si” I muttered.