It's heavy.It's metal. And dark grey; don't forget dark grey. Masculine."But what we have here," Blair said to the others as he opened the doorsand po...nted to the contents, "is not masculine at all."He paused because he knew that pauses in short stories --- like pauses innovels and literature, like pauses in plays and movies, and like pausesin life, real life --- served no purpose except dramatic ones. Here, hesimply wanted the attention that a drama-seeker like himself deserved.Rightly. If this journey goes well, we hope to return again and again." We shall hope that the Elders will be interested in your words." These formalities taken care of, Mak turned and loped toward the gate. Yapping dogs, and cries of 'Who are they?' and 'Where are they from?' greeted him. It seemed as though most of the village's toofew children were there, milling uncertainly just inside the palisade of pointed logs."Traders! They have come to trade with us. The leader is called Nurm. Thirty men, with. I love them!” He buried his head in her bosom and spent the next 10 delightful minutes caressing her breasts with his lips and tongue. She held his head as close to her as she could and he could feel the heaving of her chest from her excitement. “Oh Jeff, that feels so good! Please don’t stop.” After working on her breasts, his tongue slowly found its way down her abdomen and circled her little navel. Kim was totally prostrated now, arms out to her sides, breathing heavily. Jeff’s fingers. After maybe 20 minutes, she woke up with a start.“Oh my God!” She exclaimed, “I’ve got to go. My kids must be waiting for me.” She then struggled to her feet, only to sit down again. Our bouts of intense lovemaking had made her legs weak. After summoning up her strength after a while, she got up, washed her face, tidied up her hair and dressed, still a bit wobbly on her feet. I kept her torn panties with me, a memento of our glorious coupling.Just as she was ready to leave, it suddenly occurred.