Half-involuntarily,he felt himself harden. One of them, a blonde, strode out in front of the others, looked around,and gave a signal in their guttural...language. Then they began to trot westward.If they noticed Coyote at all, they gave no sign of it. Soon they were gone. Coyote was curious, but he was also hungry, so he made a quick meal of thetwo unlucky mermaids. Then he walked into town. Everywhere he looked, he saw destruction. All the important buildings hadbeen flattened. Humans were. After being away, it's like seeing things for the first time again. A mess of blankets cover the floor in the open space near the back of the car behind our seats. In the aisle lies this pathetic crumpled heap of naked flesh. messed up dark hair, shredded clothing hanging loosely. The girl lays in an awkward position laying on one arm, her legs a bit twisted, head cocked off to the side. I see one tit staring at me, the curve of her naked hips so sensual. Broken and torn apart. My dick hardens.. We met a bit before 10 at the Newtown Station and took the Western Line to Penrith. We had to change trains, but that wasn't a problem. Allison had been enchanted by Verdi's La Traviata on a raft in the harbour. Mark had certainly made a good choice. We'd not been, largely because I have an aversion to distracting noises at outdoor events. I gathered they were seeing one another regularly. When we debarked from the train, the museum was readily visible."I left a message for my dad that we were. Sleep… I sleep too, sometimes. (It’s always sometimes with me–the only thing I do all the time is think about the things I sometimes do, like remembering to breathe.) It’s good stuff, sleep. I recommend it. It’s something to do, a way to spend some time without too much effort. And it gets you out of the world for a bit, and who doesn’t need to do that? There’s in-flight entertainment, too–though now and again the projectionist in my head plays horror movies for a laugh. They’re the real.