The puddle had to be urine, Gaby's urine. I couldn't have done it, and even under the circumstances we couldn't have produced enough sexual fluids to ...ake that puddle. I had a vague recollection of Gaby, on all fours, letting go a stream against the wall, during one of the brief intervals when I wasn't in her. My god.With the bucket filled I returned to our hallway. Gaby was standing unsteadily, legs too far apart, examining herself dazedly. I realized we both had several scrapes and bruises;. I could feel his arousal as he pressed tighter against my back. His hands moved up my body and started caressing my breasts, slowly teasing the nipple, making it firm. I turned to face him, my lips finding his, placing soft, tender kisses on his. Nibbling his lower lip then sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting him as our tongues did a dance that lover’s only know. Our kisses grew more intent as our hands made love to each other’s body, exploring, feeling what each of us was doing to the. “Who said we are getting married?” she asked.Marty held up his middle finger and wiggled it, so she looked at the ring on it. “Done and dusted my love, we just need the paperwork.”Mary cracked up. She decided that he was correct. As far as the rings were concerned, they were a bonded couple, and they just needed the paperwork to make it official for the bureaucracy. She still found it a little scary having a partner.She had been alone and independent for so long. She was used to not relying on. The braid together with the multitude of metal bits in his face makes him look like a cross between a pirate and a Hell's Angel.Nick drones on, but I have started to tune out, and I can tell from the restless shifting around me that I'm not alone. After a half hour, his blather sounds much like the unintelligible utterings of Charlie Brown's teacher: mwah-mwah, mwah mwah. Finally, Nick has decided that we have been exposed to his glory for long enough to be rejuvenated, and he dismisses us with.