"It's not like I'm exactly bored. Rachel and I are working on a range modulation algorithm." Tell me what you're thinking." We don't want to KILL the ...quirrels. A paintball at standard velocity and close range would do that. One from across the yard won't. Rachel says we can do it like a blow-gun. Close range, we don't use full pressure." How are you controlling pressure? That little air tank is three thousand pounds."Blonde head bounced. "Yeah. So we tap it into a low-pressure reservoir.. It was surreal and I couldn’t stop touching her and feeling our child squirm. Of course she said "her", but I knew she meant "our".Then we realized people were looking and she introduced me to her friend from school, "This is Rose," Abby said before whispering to me, "Isn't she beautiful?"Oh my God, my heart just stopped. Standing in front of me was the essence of beauty in a seventeen year old girl. Her vivid orange-red hair looked like a movie star’s with a wave to it and curled at the. I was in his arms without any memory of moving, our lips and tongues entwined as my hands roamed his skin. His hands left burning trails on my mostly bare body, my skin ultra-sensitive to his touch.I needed him savagely, desperately, my entire being craving him to the point of pain. "Talon," I whispered breathlessly as his lips moved down my neck. Nothing else mattered right now except him, not even his imminent departure. Right now, we only existed for each other."My lover, you have to wake up. Quite an erotic combination, really. Wow! Thank you for planning this look. I love it.’ ‘Thank you, kind sir. You look so handsome yourself, I just want to eat you.’ I realized he hadn’t really appreciated the full effect of my attire because I was standing still. ‘You know, Louis, I think I forgot something, too. I’ll be right back.’ I turned around, revealing the completely backless nature of my dress, and began sashaying away, flaunting the tightness around my ass and my impossibly long left.