I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length....High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She crouches down, peering in. Her face is strangely doll-like, framed by a blonde bob cut. “Where are you heading?” she asks. “Where are you going?” “Home.” “And where’s. Two guards were posted outside her cell door. Tristan dare not use his telepathy to destroy their minds, Aesia was too close and the technique could be indiscriminate. He paused a moment then stepped out into the right hand corridor.The two guards looked round and started to draw their guns "Hal..." Tristan shot them both cleanly in the head with the near silent laser before the closest one could finish his challenge. They slumped to the ground without making any further sound.He checked for. I honestly think the sound of your flute has a hypnotic, even euphoric affect on me. I could drift off to dream when I hear you play. I become so relaxed, I have to remember that I’m dressed in a bikini yoga outfit with a barely-there bra covering my titties.”“WOW! I’ll have to open both windows and pay more attention.”“I’ve kept the drapes pulled and the blinds closed since we moved in - Until last night. Then, I couldn’t stand it any longer. Your flute music was so soothingly erotic, I wanted. The inspections were starting to find cracks in places where they should not be. We were going to keep this one for executive use; today I was the lucky one.Troy and the President met me after the rotor stopped turning. “Looks like a new toy,” the President said.“It is; just fifteen hours on it,” I replied then I added, “The pilots have just about cleaned and waxed the new smell out if it.”The President and Troy both climbed in and checked it out from one end to the other. They were in it long.
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