Only one of two shadowy figures stands in the container on the left. The facility is no longer illuminated in bright lighting but now running under it... red emergency backup lighting, casting everything in an even caliginous glow. The computer off to the side of the container is casting off a steady beep with each second that steadily clicks down…4…3…2…1…Mark… An alarm begins to blare before being cut short as the giant vault like door cracks open, hissing even more steam. The door part quickly. We’d arrived early so that I could meet Judy in person before the rest of the crew started asking questions.(So as not to embarrass myself TOO much after my big stereotyping fail with Lucas and Maya, I’d looked Judy up on the Internet. Tall, with shoulder-length reddy-brown hair, she was five years older than me, hailed originally from Maryland, and had come to Los Angeles straight from college fifteen years before to work in advertising, a copywriter. In her spare time, she’d written a few. Every Wednesday since the start of the year the routine had been the same. She would arrive at his apartment building just before the noon hour. They would enjoy mutual (although sometimes sequential) oral sex, relaxing afterward with the first of several glasses of wine, then have vaginal sex in any number of positions, during which she became the aggressor until he finally entered her and drove his cock into her until they both climaxed. After enjoying a lunch delivered by the corner deli,. An introverted man by nature, she'd known that if the worry was really in his mind, he wouldn't be able to tell her till the last minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.She held his gaze for a moment. "Honey, I can still call Kimberly and cancel this. I don't - " She held up one finger, shushing his protest. "I do not want this to become a problem for us. And if you really believe you might find it that much of a worry, I will gladly trade this for us, every time - and.