”“We’ve located a weapons locker,” Del said. “We can determine the types of armaments they used.”“Great, we can learn how ancient weapon...-technology works too!”“Technology builds on their basics,” she pointed out. “If we understand their foundations, we can envision where it might be at specific stages in the future.”“Good point. Grab a couple guns, shove ‘em in a bag and we’ll examine them later,” Al instructed.“We’ve found the drive bays,” Lamar said. “Taq and I will try to determine how they. One of the noisiest I've ever had. Not shouty but always loud moaning and a metal bed that squeaked really loud with every stroke as we fucked. I'd go round and she'd have texted me all day saying she was wearing a red silk thong or black crotchless g string and couldn't wait for me to fuck her doggy style. Considering she'd had two k**s through her, her body was pretty tight. Great arse. It always looked well fuckable in a g string. She loved me in silk boxers so I always wore them. Her. "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???" "You'll think of something," she said, dropping the keys into her cleavage. "You always do." "But suppose I have to go to the bathroom," I countered. "Don't give me that," she said. "I've seen you go for a whole day without visiting the bathroom." "But...," I tried to say. "SHHH! The subject is closed. I'll be back at five. Bye."She turned and left, against my hushed protests. I sat in panic and tried to think out my situation. I tried to think of. It's a number I don't recognise, and there's a picture attached. I move away from the group at the bar to get some privacy and open the message to see the picture better.I don't recognise the person in the photograph, possibly because she is wearing a rubber hood. Her lips are painted deep crimson, her mouth is slightly open, and her eyes are closed, probably deliberately. The eye shadow is dark, and she has long, false eyelashes. Below the picture is a short message, "Mmmmmm....."I'm.