She barely spoke a single sentence during the entire tedious hour. It was taxing her acting skills to even appear mildly interested. She concentrated ...n keeping the top of her dress pulled as low as possible and her breasts thrust forward. Finally the meal was finished. They walked back out to his boring Buick. What happened to men who drove exciting vehicles? Or at least interesting ones, Missy thought. That was when the evening took a turn for the worse that she never expected. ‘Super 8 had. Then I'm going to need you to scoot as far down towards the edge of the table as you can. "At this point, she picked up a small item that looked like two sporks joined together. "This is called a speculum. I'm going to need to open you up a little with this so I can take a look. The whole process shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes. If you'd like I can call your mom in here so she can help you through this." "That's okay," James said as the last portion of the stirrups was snapped into. . Its lights came on and it made noise: Yes!Now, what exactly did she want to type? Old Crab-hair had said the device can change the world into whatever Ryoko wanted it to be! She could even hear the ego-maniac brag, “This machine determines variable factors in time and space based on determined criteria. With this machine, you can create a certain nexus from the infinite possibilities in time and space!” Wow! She actually remembered all that. Not that she understood any of that. Oh, well, time. Although it was fun. Another girl kisses completely different from any guy, even as good a kisser as Beck is. But that's all.So why are my fingers sliding under Sam's skirt and creeping up her thigh? Why are they drifting over that tight sexy butt? Why are Sam's eyes burning into mine and why is she coming so close and why are her hands grasping the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up my body and over my head?I don't have the slightest idea why. So, I abandon creeping and as fast as I can.