We broke orbit from around our dark companion and set a course for a point in space that we could only detect by indirect means.Or rather more indirec... means than even radio (or radar or lasers) represent. Or maybe I'm saying that wrong? Anyway what I mean is that you can't observe what is happening with your eyeballs, nor can you normally observe is with a radio telescope and say, 'Ah, there's a star-gate.' unless you know what you're looking at and know what to expect from a star-gate.Of. Eleanor held my eye contact just that little bit longer and smiled back warmly. She seemed not to be breathing. "Is it this way?" I asked, indicating the lifts with a smile. "Yes, yes. Sorry!" She said, flustered. As I walked to the lifts, in the mirror beside them I saw her signal her approval to Debbie from behind my back, and Debbie laugh quietly and shake her head. We were the only two in the lift. I had nearly pressed the button for the 3rd floor, but just stopped myself I time. Eleanor. Robbie continued with his oral ministrations, swiping his tongue up and down Zoe's leaking slit, loving the musky, sweet taste of her. He left her clit alone for now, instead, concentrating on her labia and her little opening. Zoe was riding the crest of a huge wave. She realised that Robbie had barely touched her but her own imagination had built her up and left her tightly strung. She could already feel herself rising to another level, didn't think it was possible, couldn't believe she could. "Hi! Who is it?" she asked breathlessly. This was always her biggest fear before a party. Someone ringing in to say they couldn't come. It was Pauline. Shit! Zoë almost said out loud. That girl was so fucking unreliable. No wonder she never kept her boyfriends for more than a week at a time. But Zoë needn't have worried. Pauline had met a man a few days ago at the office restaurant, and she'd invited him to come over that night. And then she'd noticed that the date clashed with the.