Too conservative to mess with her own genome, except for a littlecorrective eye conditioning. Luckily, he was not above such tinkering."Initiate elec...romagnet pulse synchronization matrix," Miriam called."What?" Throw the third switch." Right, throwing the third switch," Wilder called back. Miriam thoughtshe was so hot stuff. Let's see how hot she was when she was shorterthan he was. It had always bothered him that they were the same height,especially when she could put on heels and look. It really does have old, crumbling brick walls. The main building really is restored from the original structure. It really is a delightful tropical hideaway.The island where it is located really was one of the hubs of the slave trade back in the day. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won't tell you where it really is. At least not. He melted into the shadows and even I couldn’t find him.My wife pulled at her top and bottoms until she was just in her sports bra and panties. I could see her pale skin shining with sweat in the moonlight. I held my breath, waiting, trying to not make any noise. Then I saw her body moving and realized she was listening to her music - she wouldn’t hear anything anyway.Just when I thought my heart would leap out of my chest in anticipation, the stranger emerged from the darkness and pounced. . She’d felt the same way when stepping onto a crime scene with her badge slung around her neck—only this carried with it a different sort of adrenalin. She had no idea what to expect to find behind the silver privacy curtains that marked the entrance but everything felt so exciting. The low throb of the house dub vibrated along the walls and floor but it felt unstated. Was this a dance club? ‘This place is fantastic,’ Marcia whispered to her, just before she theatrically tugged the curtain.