. "Yeah, I remember. What time would it be on Aina?"Isabelle shook her head. "The bubbles are no longer connected. Your question does not have a well ...efined answer." Oh, I know, but still?"Isabelle paused for a moment as she thought. "It would be day 75 of 1458, three days after their autumn Festival of harvest, a little after 2 PM I think. But really dad. That's not the right way to think about it." I know."Isabelle rested her head against my chest and sighed. I smiled and petted her and. We pulled into the parking lot of the diner and three minutes later were sitting at a table toward the back of the place. Tables were better than booths for me; I didn’t have to muscle myself out of my chair.Melanie, her name tag announced left us menus, a coffee pot, and cups to make use of the coffee pot. We perused the menus.A few minutes later Melanie returned.“The lumberjack,” said Rina.“Me too,” I said. “Over medium on the eggs.” Rina nodded her agreement with me on the eggs. We always. There was the glory hole right in front of me, and a small video monitor was playing a porn video next to where you stood. "Hey!" I heard 'Jack's' voice say as I closed the door behind me. I'd never actually seen Jack, except for a few, brief, partial glimpses of him seated on what was probably a short stool in front of the glory hole. He was 'Caucasian.' That was the extent of what I knew about him (except for the fact that he was a fantastic cock sucker)!Jack wasn't prone to a lot of. For the next couple of days the stupid message about the ad kept bugging me. Dam it! dam it! dam it! I find myself opening up the deleted file in my e-mail and searching for the message about the Part Time Pet. I get way to many e-mails – it took a little while to locate the message again. I sit there looking at it “attached file” I study the message again it's from the address I sent my message to, its from a local access provider site not some free e-mail service.I sure hope I don't regret.