The table aligned and stopped moving under a see-through canopy which seemed to lower over Quinby's and appeared to make a seal around his body. I the... saw that a hose with tiny four tiny tendrils and one larger one come out of the base of the table near his head and began to seal off his, nostrils, mouth and ear canals. After a couple of moments the newly formed chamber began to flood with gas. After about ten minutes, the canopy lifted, revealing that a silver, gelatinous substance covered. "You wanna make out?" she whispered. I was surprised by the bluntness of the question. I looked at her face for signs of a snicker, something to assure me that she was joking. Nothing."Are... you serious?" I inquired."Hell yeah, we have plenty of time!" she opened her phone and threw it in my face. We had twelve minutes.Still, I was in a bit of shock. If she was kidding, she had a great poker face. Although after what came next I knew she wasn't playing."I'll take that as a yes," she smiled. No, no! Oh, Mila mouthed in fraudulent pretence. There is a soccer match premiering tonight? I had no slight idea. Would you like to have a little sip of cheap wine, my love? Brandon gave her a dirty look slightly. No problem, sweetheart. I would also love to become a part of your football past-time enthusiasm, you know? She added kindly. Brandon seemed rather blown into a state of shock at hearing this. Since when did Mila start watching and fanning football? She every time couldnt stand. I was thinking about... football…” I lied.You giggled, “it’s okay. I understand.”I chuckled at this but realized I probably shouldn’t have by the way you looked. I suppressed my erection and attempted to put on a more serious face.You kept drawing; the scratch of the pen had now become deafening to me. After the eternity had ended, you finally put the pencil down.“Okay, finished. Would you like to look?”I walked over, placing my boxers on first, and looked at the artwork in front of me. It was.