“A what?” asked Frank.“A walking Darwin Award,” repeated Peter.Frank looked mystified. “Which is...?”Peter sat back down at the table and ...miled. “It’s this website, I guess, they publish books and whatnot about people who manage to improve the gene pool by taking themselves out of it.” Frank still looked perplexed, so Peter continued, “See, they manage to pull such stupid stunts that they kill themselves off, thereby improving the gene pool by leaving it.”“Such as?” asked his future. Miss Gillian then said, "I am just going to put you under the dryerwhile I attend to another client so make sure you look at all the lovelybridesmaid dresses until I return." With that she lowered the dryer overmy head and walked off.I looked through the brides magazine making sure to look carefully atthe bridesmaid's dresses as I felt certain I would be questioned on themlater.Eventually Miss Gillian returned and removed the dryer and then startedto remove the curlers. When this was done she. . other wordly. Somehow it felt right that I flew over such an aien landscape. My leaf hopper was a rebuilt 6 year old Hurricane. She'd been crashed and trashed by some rich kid only hours after he bought her... too much testosterone, too little brains. So after I rebuilt her she was like brand new, and if I goosed her she'd break mach then push another .5. Of course, anything over .75 mach, out here in the badlands would show up on all kinds of land mikes and satellite turbulence sensing. Miranda still couldn't believe what she was hearing. What Daddy? Your telling me you saw the whole thing and your not mad? You saw Marcus spew his cum all over me like a whore and your saying you liked it?Liked it, her Daddy asked? Hell yes I liked it. I loved it. My only disappointment was not seeing you take that big black cock of that young stud inside your tight little cunt. I guess this is what I'm trying to say Miranda. I have never been so turned on in my life. I wanted to see that big.