My nano-clad feet padded softly on the floor and I started to breathe lightly - not needing to gasp or pant. It seemed that Beatrice was in good shape... at least. I smirked at that thought. Running past lab after lab, I counted the numbers as I rushed by, ticking up until I reached the 90s. Then I slowed, my feet thumping on the ground as I stepped slower and slower, finally coming to MatTec 98. The door was shut, but when I tried it, it hissed open with a loud clunk. I leaned around the corner. It had to be the U.S., because one of the few things Spook couldn't arrange for us was passports. Passport applications are reviewed by real live human beings, not just filtered through computers, and for women they require maiden names, and in that cloistered environment "Lisa Anne Wentworth" was almost sure to set off alarms.But Hawaii did it nicely; we booked into an A-list resort on the big island, and had a great time alternately exploring its resources and retiring to our suite to make. When the explosions came at last, we both collapsed, Kristie onto the padded horse and me onto her hot rear. For half a minute I lay with my weight on her hips and then I gradually stood, slowly pulling my softening member from the velvet grip of her rear passage. I moved away and used a wet cloth to clean myself before returning to release the exhausted girl from her restraints.Katie was still squirming in frustration and now said, "What about me? Do I get the same punishment, too?"I moved. Mrs. Morrison was a spry sixty-something, much like my grandmother. She invited me in and, as usual, offered me a glass of milk and some cookies– chocolate chip, fresh out of the oven, still warm and gooey. What better way, I thought, to ply a sweet old lady for information than with effusive praise for her baking skills?"Mrs. M, you have outdone yourself," I stated a few minutes later, draining my glass and dabbling the corners of my mouth with a napkin. "Those cookies are truly amazing.".