436. Orna, this is the old-style way of writing Hopewell numbers. This goes right back into a thousand years of our history. We have records of an exp...dition in 436 making the farthest northern penetration ever attempted by the tribe. And we three did it in one week!" Well," smiled Keona. "We have mountain bikes. What do you think Orna, are we making forty kilometers a day?" Oh, probably closer to fifty."Mayoni finished working with her sextant and then looked at her compass and watch for a. For the most part, we're paying other companies to do the testing for us. We're just too small to handle all of it ourselves.There are two new potentially revolutionary human-repair ideas that we came across that we're basically giving away for free.When we were going over the specs for our nerve interfaces (to connect electronics to human nerves), I asked Alpha if we could possibly use the technology to repair severed nerves. Theoretically we could use the tech to restore some functionality to. Sometimes she asked questions about me and The Imbecile but I didn’t like to talk much about that.Sally was rolling up the too-long sleeves of her jacket as I leaned across her to punch my card. I thought I heard her take a deep sniff.“What, do I smell bad?” I said. “I got kind of sweaty running from the parking lot.”“No,” she smiled. “You’re good.”We went out to the floor, and the cool of the store, and I realized that I may have been redolent with something more like eau du vagin. Instead of. Dad's lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and drowned; Daddy kissing me!It lasted forever. It ended too soon. She hugged him tightly and whispered, "Dad," under her breath, pressing her cheek against his broad chest, her panties damp, her body aching for more.Dancing resumed, a slow sensual dance, bodies pressing together. Sasha trembled at the feel of Dad's erection against her. She sighed when his hand slipped lower to gently hold her butt and moaned silently when he pulled her.