He and Julie were walking home from the corner bar, both half soused. He somehow sensed that they were being followed, but he was afraid to look back ...o check. When they got to the door it took him longer than usual to find the right key. The damn thing didn't want to go into the slot. He kept turning it and changing the angle, and finally he got it in.By the time he got the door unlocked he knew there was someone right behind them. He tried to push Julie inside quickly, and then slip in. H... , whom no distinctions of that sort seemed to disturb, scarce gave himself or me breathing time from the last encounter, but, as if he had task'd himself to prove that the appearances of his vigour were not signs hung out in vain, in a few minutes he was in a condition for renewing the onset; to which, preluding with a storm of kisses, he drove the same course as before, with unabated fervour; and thus, in repeated engagements, kept me constantly in exercise till dawn of morning; in all. He was presented with a variety of body types, races, hair and eye colors, and almost any other option you would want when designing the characteristics of your fantasy woman. When he was done, he's designed a medium-tall woman of Eurasian ancestry. She had medium-large breasts, a very narrow waist, and wide hips, but in proportion to the rest of her. Her breasts, while not real large, did have large aureoles and very prominent nipples. Her hair was long, black and straight. Her almond-shaped. That'd be a huge loadoff."Cory followed Eli's lead and snatched two of the wobbling boxes off fromthe luggage. "Woah, these are heavier than I expected." Yeah," the guy handed Eli the other box and the luggage case. "Sorryabout that. Those are all my pots and pans and stuff. Thanks a bunchguys."Eli's box didn't seem nearly as heavy as Cory's. He carried it easily inhis left hand and rolled the luggage up the steps. "Pots and pans? Justbuy a set or something?" Naw man," the guy said with an easy.