Her blue eyes lit up the dusky dining car as her small white teeth shone with a sparkle that put diamonds to shame. She walked passed me with a linger...ng look and I looked on after her long enough to see the deliberate sway of her ass in her loose summer skirt. The image of her soft lips and blonde tresses burning in my head I can't concentrate and order a bottle of wine and two glasses. Memorising the page number I close my book and carry the wine and glasses over to this vision. Clearing my. Soft kisses trail down your neck and on back, following your hairline. Your shoulders shrug up, the sensation almost a tickle. Realizing the neighbors might enjoy this show a little too much, you say ‘Wait. Let’s go inside’. I stand and hold out my hand for you. You demurely cover yourself with the towel and use my hand to stand. As you bend down to retrieve your top, I sneak a peek as the towel drapes away from your body. You start toward the house and glance over your shoulder, checking to. You collapse onto the concrete floor immediately and about that time your motions trigger some automated lights to kick on. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came out of. There's a lot of complex machinery attached to it and a computer readout that says, "Clone revival complete."That's when it hits you. You're in crazy Uncle Leroy's survival compound, in the bunker he built specially for you. It. "He's gonna wear a tux, and I'm gonna wear some slinky queen-of-the-dance-floor dress." Everyone laughed. "And my hair will be up, proper, not just a ponytail." Anyway," Warren concluded, "here's the rough cut. Fred and Ginger Revisited."They took their opening positions, and June hit play on the CD player. The slinky, sassy strains of Glenn Miller's String Of Pearls filled the rink. Sophia and Warren glided around the ice, playing off of one another, sure-footed and confident. Their innate.