I was going down memory lane now.Gradually we had gotten closer and started kissing, feeling each other's contours and rubbing our bodies against each...other. There is something about darkness, rain and being almost isolated that sets in an erotic mood.We had groped inside each others clothes, getting more heated up by the moment. Since I was wearing one of those convenient wrap-around skirts, and all he had to do was lift it, push my soaking panties aside to dip his fingers in me. Which is just. . I seen yew and yer friend's pretty faces all over the papers! They mast love me upstairs this week. Hmmm ... Wot's that I c'n see on the floor? Ms. Gaskell appears to be scared ... well, so she fackin'should be!"The shape resolved into a female human body. She had short cropped, prematurely grey hair, a face that was all hard lines and angles, black eyebrows over fierce brown eyes, she wore a man's singlet and big, masculine-looking knickers; that was all. She was muscled like a bodybuilder,. Becca was a girl who certainly did not need more experience and he was a middle-aged man who was privy to the sexual secrets and fantasies of his patients, but by no means a sexual superman, experienced with throngs of women. "Excellent. Then you are prepared to do whatever I ask?" he said softly, nuzzling her hair as his lips brushed her cheek. "Of course. baby. I'll do anything you want. Anything at all." "Mmm, that's just what I wanted to hear, Becca. Please, tell me if you decide to change. We acquire that technology and reverse engineer it so that we can find morepractical applications." So, you steal their stuff," Miles said with a faint smirk, though Ralphdidn't take the bait. However his mom did glare at him."Many researchers fear that their work could be weaponized," Ralph saidpleasantly. "Here, we take the technology and deweaponize it instead."Then he paused to give Miles a smile. "If a mad scientist creates a deathray and we figure out how to turn it into a weed.