He was totally naked, save for a tiny black thong (with a considerable bulge in it). He had the body of a swimmer, all sleek muscles and devoid of an... fat at all. He sported a uniform, all-over tan, had grey eyes, and hair cropped so close, it was difficult to tell what color it may have originally been. He didn't appear to have any eyelashes. In fact, he gave the general impression of being as hairless as a woman's palm.I was surprised at how sleek, trim, and athletic-looking he was, but. And while even a hundred “God’s Hammer” attacks could not kill a world’s population, the fact that it affected so many, yet left so many untouched increased the paranoia the attacks caused. A pre-Terran spaceflight dictator once said “A single death is a tragedy. A million deaths is just a statistic.” But even a million deaths is still a tragedy on a world with over 250 million on it, was indeed a tragedy. Because so many were left behind, and most of them had at least a theoretical connection. Tell me if you dont think that go get annoying or what! The three laughed and kept drinking beer and discussing the problem and a possible solution. At about four thirty Tina got home from shopping. Tina was 411 a hundred and forty pounds which at least ten pounds were on her chest. At her size the 38ds were her most pronounced feature. She had breeder hips as they guys use to say. For forty year old women she looked good by most standards. She walked into the garage and looked at the garbage. What went on at the Club, stayed at the Club — blah blah blah and so on. She had used the excuse over and over to get sucked and fucked in supposed anonymity, allowing herself to be treated in ways she would never accept in the outside world.And now she hung here, gasping, while hot, wet lips kissed the entrance to her ass, making her shudder with the taboo of it all. Why didn't she run? Why indeed. She had stripped and walked over to this chair of her own free will. She'd had ample chance to.