That was three and a half years off, and sometimes she wondered if she could hold out. But those were Jenny Easton thoughts, and she had to remind her...elf that Jenny was back out on the coast, somewhere.She flipped on the radio in the car; it came on with some local station, playing a polka. She found herself singing along with Frankie Yankovich, "Roll out the barrel, we'll have a barrel of fun..."If Linda Ronstadt can do a mariachi record, she thought, I ought to be able to do a polka record.. “You now have sufficient knowledge base of the physics you call Blue residing within your body. You may remove, supplement, or designate the distribution of that knowledge among your fellow entities.”“Thank you,” Porter said simply, dazed at the gift of minor godhood.“Do not thank me,” the whisper said. “One experiment has concluded; the next one begins. Good luck to your species, young one.”The beach fuzzed out and the hiss filled Porter’s ears again. He opened his eyes and stared out at the. Not gently, but he'd never thought of her as being a gentle broad in a fuck-match! The bitch! What a luscious cunt she was! Christ, if he thought there was a chance, he might even trade her for Rachel... at least for a few months! Shit yes... and she might dig the idea too! He stared at his white, raping prick submerging right into her satin smooth, gyrating ass with each lunge. He drove it into the sucking hole until not even a fraction of it was left unabsorbed, straining wildly in that snug,. Me: I know what I’m doing. Step aside!I pushed the door with my shoulder. It opened with one hard push.Me: Ah! That’s how you do it!Damn, that hurts!Abigail: Oh wow, I’m impressed.Eve: Thank you!Me: It was nothing!Eve: Sure it was! That had to hurt.Me: It’s not so bad!Abigail: I need to get out of these clothes!Eve: Next time be more careful with the keys!Abigail: Yes, yes.Me: If there’s nothing else.Eve: Nothing, thank you again!Abigail: Hold on a second!Me: What is it?Abigail: Did you see.