"This is the third one of these that we've seen in the last six months. We had to start equipping our patrols with diffusion vests because of them. We...need to find where they are coming from and how the juicers are reactivating them."As soon as we walked onto the back porch, my world lurched again, just as it had in the cavern back in Wyoming. Only this time it wasn't a time machine that caused my disorientation. Instead, it was a petite, stunningly beautiful blonde woman with big royal blue. She grabbed my hand. Come here, she said and sat against the side wall of the cubicle, legs apart and knees bent a little. Kneeling between her legs I examined her pussy. She spread it with both hands and pointed her finger to the top end, where a cylindric bulge pitched over a small ball like a tent. Rub here. She took some of the slippery substance from the lower end of her pussy and spread it upwards, then moved my hand over her clit and softly rubbed it with circular motions. A sigh. Me: “Hello?” Her: “Hello-hello! What are you doing?” Me: “Lying down. What about you?” Her: “No one will drink with me!” Me: “Really? What idiots! I’ll drink with you; come over.” Her: “Yay! Okay, do you have a community pool or something?” Me: “Uh, no, but I have a spa.” Her: “Okay, perfect. How do I get there?”I gave her directions and hung up. Just like that, the “tingly feeling” I’d had for this girl quickly transformed into “just another fuck.” Who booty-calls someone at seven in the. Not only that, but I got a phone call last night from a Mrs. Perkins who told me you have a chance to make a lot of money as a child model. She had a lot of wonderful things to say about you and I was surprised she was actually talking about you!"I said, "Oh mommy, I'm not that bad am I?"She laughed and said, "No Honey, but your not THAT good either."Oh GEEZ!She continued, "Honey, I got another call from a Mrs. Logitech of Allied Airways. It seems you are a very popular little girl now. I saw.