Permanent structures in landscape appeared like they had the last time I was here. They were a bit sharper in relief because they were newer, or shoul... I say less old. I had spent time here waiting on Saladin and Richard...A twinge of grief overcame me momentarily. I remembered the news that was brought to me earlier this week of the death of Richard. Earlier this week, yet centuries away. How did I get here? Why am I here? What am I going to do?These questions ran through my mind continuously. ..haha.....er.....how long have you been there?’ she was wearing just a dressing gown ‘A little while’ she smiled She then unveiled what was under her dressing gown, it was the same pair of panties that I had begun to wank over about a week ago, the dark red and black ones, this time with suspenders. ‘I don’t know why, but I found these lying around in my bedroom last week, you wouldn’t happen to know about why would you Charlie?’ I couldn’t speak, I was too lost in her body, it was perfect in. Sea level had risen almost to the level Doug had seen in the 21st century, and the major rivers were flowing as he remembered them. One of the "advancements" he insisted on was that no one locate permanently in dangerous places like the Mississippi Delta, which meant that New Orleans and Mobile would never rise to be big cities, and most of the immediate coast line all over the Western Hemisphere was protected from development.By now, very nearly all of the Western Hemisphere, which Doug. “Thick and gungy,” she said, “You need to fuck more that’s not healthy,” was her expert opinion, “When did you do it last?”“Er,” I said.“When did you last have a little wank?” she tried. “Last night?” I ventured.“Did you dream about me?” she asked.“Er, no, I watched some porn,” I admitted.“Well tonight you wait up and I’ll make it worth your while,” she promised.I didn’t wait up, but I didn’t lock my door either. She came in around 1.30 am.“Jees what a night,” she exclaimed, waking me up,.