?Stand still Sam,? requested Erin as we entered my bedroom. ?I’m going to un-cuff you now. I’ve got some tricks of the trade from the 23rd century...? as she held in front on me a silver gun like device. This is the latest tazor Sam and for all intensive purposes it does exactly the same job as the tazor’s of today. The key difference is that this tazor hits the central nervous system and simply knocks you out for a pre-determined period of time. I’ve selected one-hour so I’ll have plenty of time. "Miss me?" Béla inquired.She could see in Frank's mind that he was finally over his grief. He happily accepted the fact that she had somehow returned from the dead and was really here, perched naked on his bed, as exotically beautiful and excitingly alive as she'd been a hundred years earlier.'Forever alive, forever young, forever beautiful and unmarred by the events of the world around her.'"You'd make a good poet," Béla said quietly, her playful mood somehow vanishing like a light mist blown. He was poking me while fondling by breasts, and it wasn't long before we were fucking away like crazy. You obviously didn't hear us, even though I thought we were pretty loud. But it was such a turn on for me as well to fuck while I could hear you two going at it next door.”For a moment Tessa and I were speechless. Eventually I said, “Well, sounds like we did some good after all. And we really didn't know what was going on just through the wall.”“Hang on a minute,” Tessa said. “Does that. "I missed you too."* * *You wake up with blonde hair in your face which isn't such a strange occurrence when Sam stays the night in your bed. It's early in the morning and a glance at your bedside clock reveals its only 4am. It's a mission to untangle your limbs from Sam's and you think about going back to sleeep but instead you find yourself looking at Sam. Sam who is wearing a white tank top, pyjama pants and strangely enough just one sneaker.You're smiling when you untie and yank off her.