Walking up the bend was a bit of a mindfuck, it went against your every natural instinct and you never really got used to it.Moralez steeled himself, ...lenching his polymer fingers as he marched towards the bend. There was an odd sensation as the gravity changed, making his stomach drop like he had just stepped off a ledge, and then it leveled out again. The Borealans followed after him, perhaps more at ease with their stabilizing tails.They soon reached the far end of the carpeted walkway and. “I’m writing a sort of essay or pamphlet on how Western religion is the cornerstone of American racism. The Book of Mormon is the poster child for this. The racism is so deeply woven into the text that one cannot understand Joseph Smith or Mormonism at all until one grasps the racism at its core. With all due respect for the Ballards, Christianity is the primary offender in the West. Nothing that any pagan sect or branch of Islam or whatever could do has even a tenth of the impact of any one. If I wanted my balls sniffed, a ball sniffer she would be. If I wanted to fuck her and cum deep inside of her, then she would be walking around with enough hot cum inside of her that a gay porn star would be jealous. Hell, if I got off to her licking a toilet seat, she’d do that too. And that was with her not totally being open about her own desires. It was amazing. Sex had been a vital reason, perhaps the vital reason, in us hitting it off in the first place. We both enjoyed it, immensely. And. " She held up a large guitar case."We already have a guitarist." Marcus pointed out. Hope gave him a look that he knew was significant without being able to ascertain why. Shawna rubbed his shoulder."No-one's going to replace you," she whispered."We don't have a bass player," Hope pointed out, sizing up the case. "I didn't know you played." Well, it's been a while," Yvonne admitted, staring at the floor under her feet, uncomfortable in the silence that followed."You need to plug in?" Lorraine.