“Perfect!” she announced before walking behind him again.Zack felt her fidget with the back of the device one more time.*CLICK*The sound of a lock...grinding shut was unmistakable. When Rebecca reappeared, she was wearing a necklace with a key on the end of it.“Wait... this thing has an internal lock?”“That's right. And only I have the key” she responded coolly.Her grin was smug and her gaze haughty. She looked him up and down like a piece of meat; like he was a cow waiting to be slaughtered.. I told her as much as I could remember."Bloody hell, Jon, the two of you must have been going at it hammer and tongs!" It felt a bit like that; Jen wanted to store up some orgasms against the approaching famine, and she didn't want to waste any time sleeping! We were forced to have a couple of naps though, we just couldn't keep it up for twenty-four hours non-stop." Well, I hope that you did your best for her, because the poor kid is struggling to find someone decent at Reading. Did you. “No, no,” he said as he gestured for the alarmed Polar to calm down. “It’s a joke, it’s from an old movie or something. I wouldn’t really kill you.”“Oh, fair enough. You humans like your movies, sometimes you have conversations that are nothing but references to them. Impossible to follow.”“You must have seen some movies though,” Boyd replied as he struggled to drag his block of meat over an especially steep snowdrift. “You called me ‘Balto’ earlier, that’s from an old movie, right?”She seemed. The week sped by and Wendy and I left the city Friday night after work, the arrangements made with my Uncle Tom for camping in his back forty as he liked to call it. We arrived and set up our camp in a clearing beside the stream running through the pasture field, it was beautiful there, so quiet and peaceful. We sat around the fire that night when I told Wendy about Nude Day and the ‘Dare’ from last weekend. She started to laugh at me, ‘Sue, you always get into these pickles! That’s what I like.