I asked him where he got it and proceeded to buy one of my own. I took in some live jazz at a couple of local bars. I was too old for the local colleg... kids to pay any attention to me--I was just a wall fixture that drank beer.Soon it was the big day. I drove the bus onto a giant pallet, got strapped down and hoisted up and over the rail to my home for the next four weeks or so aboard a cargo ship. I connected the offered AC adapter to the bus and settled in to--hopefully--a nice boring sea. The slit was made of some sort of liquid metal that squeezed open with a blow from the orgy-trumpets. From each of the pillars, six Coit'ii emerged, naked and eager and aggressive. On the left, all the females had varying shades of cascading red hair, and on the right, all had honey to platinum-blond hair. They had a sleek vigor that belied their voluptuous, top-heavy figures. On the screens that hovered above me, I could see their faces and their perfect, sculpted bodies. There was something. As if I wasn't horny enough, this was just pure torture. I wanted to hug her back, but couldn't I was still tied in several cables. She hung on to me like there was no tomorrow. I tried to tell her we really needed to get the hell out of this place, but she just held on, rocking back and forth gently.After an eternity, she pushed me back slightly and looked longingly into my eyes. "Thank you." she said.I grunted some more and turned around to show her I still had the cutters. In a few minutes. Just as I thought she we were going to properly kiss, she stopped and jumped up. “I’m sorry…I can‘t!” “It’s OK Ruth… don’t go!” “I’m sorry Danielle, I’m going to get a coffee… sorry.” I could tell Ruth was really muddled with her sexuality just now. Deep down, I still thought she wanted to kiss me and I think in different circumstances she would have. I put my undies away and hung up my tops and went back down, admiring the water colours on the staircase wall on the way. Marion was in the.