Jolting her body up, she looked through the window to the outside world. Green clouds were overhead and bolts of lightning shot from them followed by ... loud rumble of thunder. Easing up a bit, she laid back down and shut her eyes once more, knowing she was safe. Within seconds, the door opened and the lights flicked on. “Elizabeth, wake up.” Francine called. “Fucking hell Fran.” Elizabeth replied furiously as the lights blinded her. “Liz, it’s seven in the morning, time to get up.” Francine. A few keystrokes and she was set up. She grabbed a felt-tipped pen and wrote on a piece of paper rescued from her printer.Then she opened the door and held the paper where Spats could see it."Email me at [email protected]"The Traveler operated under an assumed name: Greg Harrison. That was the name registered in MPC. No one could look him up or find him under that name, even if they could break his passwords, because it wasn't his real name.He looked at the image that popped up on the little. Connie lived in an apartment building downtown, so we parked in the basement and took the elevator. I didn't think about it much until it stoppedon the main level. I freaked when I realized that somebody was going to get on. Connie noticed my panic and moved closer to me. The doors opened and in stepped an older gentleman. He smiled at us and said good evening ladies.Connie smiled back and I just waited out the longest elevator ride of my life. As it was, our floor was first on the stops. . He swallowed audibly as helooked at it. She saw the bulge in his pants actuallytwitch a bit, giving her another rush of tingly power.She was actually turning him on! He was practicallydrooling at the sight of her tummy.“You like it?” she asked.“It’s very nice,” he told her. “Doesn’t it… uh…doesn’t it hurt though?”“No, it makes awesome tingles when someone touches it.Do you think it’s sexy?”“It’s very.