“You speak with an odd accent. Where’d you pick it up?”“Alas, I only encounter humans every few decades. Most of my English was learned during...the 1920s, so I maintain some of each generation’s phrasings.”“They’re on their way,” Xi announced, returning with Ivan and Zita.“Can you open your door?” Betty asked.“Assuredly,” it answered as the side before her simply drew back on itself with no visible seams.“Come on, get them in. I—”Three gunshots, muted by the distance, interrupted Betty’s words.. He held her likethat for ages and then Bill became aware that he was becoming aroused."We don't have to tell anyone you know," he murmured quietly.Michele raised her head and looked him in the eyes. She was young andbeautiful, despite the smudged mascara; her sparkling green eyes,accentuated by eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara, her high sharpcheekbones defined by rouge and her full lips enhanced by ruby redlipstick."It can be our secret," Bill sighed and lowered his face to hers.Michele was too. There was a small wood leading to the lake. Even in the darkness, it had a strange appeal to me. Unknown to everyone except Dee, who was the only person that I had ever truly loved. I was a secret tree hugger and there was no shortage of suitable friends.I soon found what I was looking for. It was a young Silver Birch with just the right trunk. It was so strange but I felt guilty as I slowly caressed the soft material of my tracksuit against its hard smooth bark and enjoyed the most delightful. She: You want it tighter? Of course. I tug even harder than should be possible, watching the coarse rope bite into your skin.Me: That’s it.She: I run my hands down your sides.Me: Go on.She: I push my breasts together, enhancing my cleavage, as I toss my hair over one shoulder. Then, in one swift move, I unclasp the back and let my top fall away.Me: I love seeing your nipples harden. I reach out to trace each one. I spread your legs as you stand and thrust a finger into you.She: Gasp and tug.