Eh! I looked confused.After a pause she said, don’t go dirtying my clean ones when there are dirty ones that you’d enjoy more. And with that she g...ve a cheeky snap of the elastic on her leggings. I took a step closer. Really? I asked. Oh shit, yes. She replied. I have been trying to tempt you into action since I saw you looking at me. Why do I think I leave those on the radiator when we have a clothes horse in the laundry room? I took another step and she reached out and removed the cotton. But what had happened here?“Oi, yew big jobbers! Yew stay awai frumme treasure!”An arrow the size of a ballpoint pen shot out of nowhere and caromed off the stone doorway. Great, the pictsy can both go invisible and has a ranged attack.Voss let out a big battlecry and ran into the room. The attack briefly made the pictsy visible- it was vaguely male, about a foot and a half tall, and crouched on the ruined altar on long, folded legs like a grasshopper’s. It also had a pair of insect wings. She wonders how close he will get.Darren wishes Nozomi was awake but he figures this could be an opportunity for him to look under the covers. He checks again and sees her eyes are still closed. He peeks under the covers and sees Nozomi’s plump ass sitting real nice, with her shirt only halfway covering it. Darren loves the view, wishing he could just squeeze it. He can feel his dick pressing up against his sweats, throbbing.Still staring at Nozomi’s ass, Darren quietly reaches his hand down. I've culled a couple of designs from the human files for durable antennae and added a couple of tiny acceleration dampers to a radio. I looked at the file for your tank and am going to send you a design with this letter that should keep the radio from getting bumped around too badly. That seems to be the issue with all of the electronics that I'm looking at. They all seem to be fragile. So the answer seems to me to be to put them into a cage of acceleration dampers. The question will be whether.