Rita smiled at how wholesome Conchita looked. The hair and minimal make up went well with the dark brown corduroy knee-length skirt and bulky pink swe...ter she wore.“Nice to see you again so soon,” Rita said with a smile.Conchita knew Rita was referring to her prediction that Conchita would be looking for excuses to spend time with Tommy. She actually blushed before she answered.“I pick up mail from my post office box twice a week. Since I was in town already, I decided to buy Tommy his. And then more and more of the same. Everything's so incredibly HOT!This was no place for a good Jewish boy, he concluded. For Dr. Solomon Bein,born and raised in Manhattan, the big Apple... roughing it was... well likegoing to Cleveland Ohio or something. He returned his gaze toward the driver.The big, blond Dutchman, Dr. Wolfgang Reinholt, still had that damn superiorsmile on his face but his attention had obviously returned once again to theroad and its pot holes. Why would anyone want to. That’s where I picked up Curie, inside there. In spite of everything that has happened, people are trying to survive and to rebuild. It gives me hope for the future.”“Strong words, Blue. So, someone kidnapped your son. Do you think the Institute was involved?”“I don’t know, maybe.” I shrugged. “What’s the Institute?”Piper looked puzzled. “That, Blue, is the biggest mystery in the Commonwealth. No one really knows who or where they are, but their handiwork is all over. Synths. Synthetic people.. I feel so horny, but most of all excited and tingly.My knickers are already damp; it's just as well they don't feature in the task. I walk into the bedroom and plop the bag on the bed, rummaging around for the short plaid skirt that barely covers my little cunny and hardly bothers to hide my nice, round bum.The dampness increases as I ruck my dress up, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down my legs. I take a second to let it all sink in. I stay still, feeling.