"The Command Boost if used in time would redirect them to the nearestportal. In this case it had been Halcion, otherwise known as DemoniaThree.+++++++...++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++"I've got a Portal Beacon," reported Millie. "Locking in," called outNati as the warning began to flash across the HUDs."Warning, this is a Locked Portal. Only Authorized Transports arepermitted beyond the ten Kilometer Turnaround." "Warning Inbound Vehicle, please Identify," began another. They couldreceive. ”“I’ve been washing everything down, with that solution, getting into the corners and crevices.”“Ah, crevices, yes, that’s so important.”“And the roof and everywhere.”“Easy to get wet, I expect. Splashed.”“It’s so hot in there, with the sun on it, I don’t mind getting a bit wet, to be honest.”“It might be a job for the evening, perhaps? When it’s cooler.”“That’s a great idea.”“Then if it needs more time, I’ll give you a hand.”“Oh thanks. I’d quite like to get this bit done. The new cushion foam. The inside was a slick, elastic substance that was smooth as it moved across her skin, but stuck to it once it stopped moving. The outside was a brown, furry skin that looked remarkably well like a dog’s hide. It only had three holes in it, one was obviously for her head, but the other two she couldn’t tell. As Brooke slowly adjusted her body into the suit she suddenly realized what it was. It was a pet slave skin. A suit made to make your pet slave look more like a dog. Her theory was. "Jack turned and wrapped his arms around her trim waist, pulling her tight to him. "You're proud of me because I'm gorgeous?" he asked.Allison pulled his arms from her waist as she stepped back. Then she attempted to brush out any wrinkles their embrace might have caused.Jack chuckled. "Babe, I'm going to be under a graduation gown. I don't think the wrinkles are going to show." You won't be under the gown until you're standing in line. I want you to look the best you can." You just said I was.