It was one of the things she loved about him. He made her feel small, womanly, desirable, safe, feelings she had not felt for so long. He turned aroun... and kissed her again. She brought her hands up to his chest. Completely enamoured with it. Loving the feel of the hair against her fingers and palms. His tight nipples beckoned to her as she lowered her mouth over one and ran circles around it with her tongue. She nibbled on it, sucked it back into her mouth again. She moved up for another kiss.. Shesaid we were going to somewhere dirty, literally dirty, and to wearnothing but old shorts and a tee shirt, cheap sandals and to leave mywallet and money at home. She said that it was better to risk thecops than to risk having my license and credit cards get lost, orstolen. I asked a lot of questions, but Natalie didn't answer any ofthem. I protested, but she always gets her way and Saturday eveningfound us looking like tramps as she drove my car to a really badsection of town. It was still. "I just know that there's things livingthere, and they like to eat us."Oh-kay."Where do you think they come from? The Time Police, I mean." We don't know. Possibly they're from pretty far in the future. We've onlyseen the clones. No idea what's controlling them, besides the OperatingMainframe."Before long we came to the outskirts of Newark, and the skyline of New YorkCity glowed like a distant oasis in the night."Something's wrong," I said. "Where's the World Trade Center?"Bardo looked over at. She shook her head to clear the rest of the grogginess, and began to panic. As she struggled, three masked, hooded figures stepped out of the shadows and into her line of vision. Her eyes widened as she realized they were all three completely nude and sporting three rock hard erections, thick and veiny, with swollen heads. They had been stroking their dicks as they watched her, struggling and beginning to cry. One of the men stepped up to her, brushed her hair away from her face, and whispered.