There were irons sticking out from the concrete-floor that held the rack in place. They looked sturdy and should be able to hold my weight. Yes, that ...as it. I could attach a rope to the iron and then I would be able climb up - and I would be stuck at more or less the same place, only this time on the outside.If only I could find a ladder.A Ladder! That was the answer! A rope-ladder! I could knot it into one strand of ropes at the top and tie that around the iron-bar, than I could stand on the. To actually do. I have had nothing to do since I broke the back of the terrorist-financier. Well, I drove the H2 out to New Mexico, and participated in the meeting with the President of the Navajo Nation. But I was not doing anything – not really.I wondered at this boredom. How could an abiological intelligence be 'bored?' That is, I suppose, another manifestation of my pseudo-emotions.Zeus and Arti kept in touch with me using some amaze-ball two way communication devices called "In The Ear". They had a two month assignment in England and since I was in school, they didn't want me to move for that short time so they had me stay at my grand mothers house. Truthfully, she was an old women, at least to me, and I believe in her late 50's or early 60's but even I could see she use to be really pretty and from old photo's I had seen, she really was back then. As all you know, when your in high school, guys get hard-on's all the time and even wake up with them almost every morning for. Your wife's gone away for the day with the k**s so you're totally free to do whatever you like. You send me a filthy text telling me exactly what you want to do to me, but I reply reminding you that, I'm playing in a mixed netball tournament today. You picture me in my short netball skirt and really start to get horny. Your mental images get more and more explicit as your hand starts to rub your cock through your boxers. You imagine its me touching you and I help you along by sending you a.