" she gasped through dog-cum-stained lips, "you're home... I hope you had... a good time."The blonde girl was too stunned to speak. Her alcohol-drugge... mind spun with feelings of jealousy and confusion, as she imagined that her mother had taken her private lover away from her, just like she had always imagined that her dates would have rather spent their time with the older woman. But at the same time, now, the teenager felt a stab of pure, burning lust shooting through her tingling young. Which struck me as being unusually considerate, by Wisdom standards, but then again it was, most probably, just another of its little games. I wondered whether I was revisiting our previous 'issue' with Queta - whether she'd somehow reverted to her earlier pathological religiosity, whether our excision of the malign implant that had been guiding her development had somehow failed. Somehow, this didn't seem to be too likely. For a start, everyone seemed to have been pretty confident at the time. ” She kicked the tire in frustration and started to cry, anyway.It was time to intervene.“Hey. It’s going to be alright. I promise. Let me take a look and see if it’s something simple like a loose connection.” I liked looking at this woman. She was in her mid-twenties, and had a fresh look about her that was rather pleasant. Her figure was average for her build, but still she had the right pieces in all the right places. Her warm weather outfit was a bad choice as the evening had turned off. She just suddenly felt extremely bashful about sharing it. What was it about this man that made her want to sit up and beg? Taking a quiet breath, she once again tried to dispel the ever increasing sensuality threatening to turn her into a stuttering idiot. Looking down into the display case she stood behind, she pointed at a rather fanciful piece. It was a slightly curved column, perhaps five or six inches in circumference, that had been twisted into tight, even ridges the entire way up. The.