Het let the a****l outside. He stopped off to grab the large bottle of gin and jug of orange juice. He walked back into the room. Freddie was sipping ...n his beverage. Russell poured more for the liquor for himself and the girly fat bottom dude. Freddie sat on the bed. He downed the rest of his drink. Russell refilled his glass with more gin and O.J. as he played with Freddie’s man boobs. “You’re the sexiest bitch I know. You’re my fat faggot boi,” he announced. “Thank you, daddy,” Freddie. The space ship Intrepid no longer exists." It doesn't?" wondered Paul, who was sure that he'd seen it only a moment ago. Could he trust the words of a man who was nothing more than an avatar somehow made corporeal? "Who are you? How is it you can exist outside of Nudeworld?" I have always existed outside of that fanciful virtual universe you were so addicted to," Virgil said. "The question you should perhaps ask is why I ever happened to exist in that world at all. And you might also ask. In the old me it would have been debatable whether I really did or not. In the new me, there was no question. My sensors picked up his breathing and even the change in the air temperature caused by his body heat. Hell I could even tell you his body weight more than likely.I opened the protective lids over the lenses of my extremely low light sensors and there he was. I had never seen him before, but I knew he was all business from the way he held himself. That and the thick file in his. Now, as she struggles with her shorts I can see the bright red flush spreading down from her face all the way down to her upper chest.I see her fingers shaking badly as she struggles with the fastening on her shorts. She finally managed to unbutton them and she slid them down and stepped out of them. She picked them up and handed them to Dylan and stood for a moment in her plain white panties. They aren’t anything special. But she’s sexy as hell and the idea of how embarrassed she is really.