I finally pulled in at my small; one bedroom apartment entered the door. I sighed at the emptiness of the apartment and of my life. I headed straight ...or the computer as always. Time to check the old E-mail, lots of the usual stuff, a few TG-alerts, a couple of new stories, Vickie Tern's Chat Log.Everything seemed normal. Until I hit the 3pm entry. It was from Mindy. The heading was "Don't read Story 2000!" after that, nothing. I quickly double clicked the icon, but the rest of the letter was. Pressing it. And I reach your hips. I stop there. You open your eyes to look at me giving me an expression on why you stopped. I keep my hand on your waist and hold the side of your panty.You smile and raise your waist a bit. I slide it down and remove it completely. You lie down again and I move my hands on your back. I pour some oil on your hips and start massaging gently over them. The soft flesh covered in oil feels like butter and I keep rubbing them completely. Sometimes if I do it hard,. Lyn is dressed and packing his personal gear when the AD walks in to abuse hell out of him for staging the mess in the first quarter and for talking to the press without approval. Lyn turns to him and simply says, “Fuck off, arse hole.” He picks up his bag and walks out. The AD is screaming while he follows Lyn out.When they exit the tunnel the AD grabs Lyn’s shoulder to spin him around to shout in his face. Being aware a local news team has their camera aimed at them Lyn takes the opportunity. No body of water could be called a sea, or an ocean. Questioned, she estimated the ratio of land to water as 85:15.“Perhaps the planet sustained a catastrophic event in the distant past,” Grove theorized, “vaporizing most of the water, blowing it off into space. Maybe the surface is overly porous, and the bulk of the oceans seeped underground, into huge subterranean vaults. Perhaps the surface actually floats atop the lakes, like our own surface floats atop molten rock. Maybe-”“Professor...”.