Chloe smiled and turned toward the door. She walked confidently, turning the lock and dimming the light. She turned on her heel again, unbuttoning her...soft sweater as she walked toward Daniel. She lifted herself onto his desk, crossing her legs. Her breasts were out now, round and ripe, aching to be sucked. Daniel knew the repercussions of this act, but he hadn’t been laid in months. He wanted her- badly. He rolled his seat back and Chloe moved down the desk. She spread her legs and leaned. There was a constant display of the laser readouts until the display showed a 'perfect' match with the programmed specifications. It was so automated that you almost didn't need an operator, but Billy said it was important to monitor every second the machine was operating for the tiniest imperfection.Billy said to me, "Come look at something we have just begun. This is going to be a very profitable part of our operation."We went into an anteroom where we put on paper booties over our shoes, a. "Aw crap," she muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. They were out of bread. Instead she took an overripe banana. It was soft, though not to the point of it looking gross. Emily picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a few rings it was answered by a man. "Hi, may I speak with Trevor?" The reply was that he was staying after school for a project. "Oh, okay. Bye Mr. Owen." Well, so much for that. First no sandwich, now no phone call. Emily's other friends were likely off doing. Finding what seemed to be a safe spot, I spread the army blanket out. Hey, it's green so we'll show up a bit less from the air? Sitting down we poured two glasses of wine.“ this is so cool! Being out in the middle of nowhere, only me, you & God!” I said with a smile. “ Yes, lover, just us & God!” Marie agreed, clinking glasses & taking a drink. We sat their, listening to the quietness of that big field of clover in the bright, partly cloudy sky. Finishing another glass of wine, we took one look.