“Something like that I guess, but let me ask you this: how often would you have sex if you could seriously choose how much you did it?” Gillian as...ed. I had to think about that, I wasn't sure honestly. I mean I'd at least wanna do it once a day. “Well I guess twice on weekdays and X amount of times on weekends,” I replied. “X amount of days?” Gillian asked. “Yes, no particular number assigned, just as many time as I and the other person wanted I guess,” I replied. “I like that, but would you. It appeared on my machine an hour after Jacktearfully run away - then it made me angry, both at him for being such aspineless sissy, and at her, for meddling in our affairs. After a week, itamused me more than anything. For a couple of days I even contemplated thethough of not coming after him and seeing what happened - how soon they'dget tired enough of each other to admit it. In the end, though, Iremembered that as I was apparently the only adult among the three of usand decided to come pick. "Let's get you into that last dress," nodding toward Jena and herassistant pulling the garment bag down from around a monstrous whitegown.If the black number was light and airy, this was a beast of a dress. Itwas constructed of rich heavy off white duchess satin with a straplesscorseted top and full sweeping skirt and train. Even more interesting,it had a full matching duchess satin cape that came around the neck andover the shoulder, clipping to the top of the corset busk just under thearms.. “But this place takes the cake.”Our hail had been answered by an automated system that gave us landing permission. No one actually bothered to contact us.The surface, as far I could see was covered by industrial buildings. Not shiny, new or clean but dark, covered with sud and grime, belching out of a forest of smokestacks.There was nothing alive out there, the only bright colors were projected by the many fires and smelter pits.This place was indeed a moon and it was in orbit around a similar.