Marty showed me a pair of open, silver rings, each an inch in diameter. Clutching one in her fingers, she pulled my left nipple out once more. Her f...ce creased in concentration, I watched as she threaded the ring through the hole burned in my normally crinkled, now quite crimson nipple. Sliding it so that the open ends faced out, she grasped the ring with a set of pliers apparently designed for the job. Crimping the ends closed, the electric device was used once more. There was a brief. She was leaning her face close to mine and we kept moving closer together. I finally kissed her cheek. She kissed mine. And then she pushed my face away and got up with a laugh.Now at this point I was sporting a good sized boner. Clearly visible in my wet trunks. She went around the back of the couch towards my bed, where her clothes were. I went around the couch and sat on the back. I crossed my arms and looked at her. She smirked at me.“I’m going to change. If you feel anything for me, or. Say hi!You both like sex.Stranger: HiYou: hiYou: asl?Stranger: F 20You: hi m 26Stranger: OkYou: what you up to?Stranger: NothingYou: what do you want to talk about?Stranger: Whatever you want to talk aboutYou: well i'm game for anythingStranger: How long is it?You: 8 inches, how big are they?Stranger: My boobs?You: yesStranger: DYou: hmm niceStranger: u hard?You: getting thereStranger: OkYou: you getting wet?Stranger: YeahYou: you playing with your clit?Stranger: YeahYou: i'd like to do. The Torch had once told her that when he had first tried to make war on the surface world, Namor had been held in check by a New York City Policewoman that he was enamored of. But now wasn’t the time to mention something like that.“Madeline, I really think you’re making way too much of all this,” Jacqueline repeated, seeing that the woman across from her was again becoming agitated. “You probably just haven’t found your type yet.”“Oh I’ve found my type,” the woman in the Army Air Force uniform.