Maybe he would keep her after all, he stood up chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully. He picked up the bags of clothes and tossed then towards the women... ‘These are for you.’ They looked in the bags and the items that had spilled out of them. ‘I’m not wearing any of this, for you.’ Lucy spat. Riddick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. On it were two small bright red buttons. Riddick was tired of her smart mouth. Looking directly at her he pressed the one on the right.. You wouldsee them, these stunningly beautiful women with the tell-tale moles,wearing heels, bikini tops and short skirts that, while they coveredtheir asses, did nothing to conceal the python swinging down to theirknees. since the futa mask looked real, but obscured any features theperson wearing it might have, people wearing futa had no sense ofshame. to see a futa meant there was a person looking to have sex anywhere, any place. and human sexuality was never the Same again. savefor the face,. ”“Later then.”“Probably not.”She eyed me. “What, not drinking these days?”“Nope.”“Why not?”“I’ve had enough of being mopey or surly when I get drunk. So I haven’t touched it since the benefit show.”Alana guffawed. “That was a funny night. Tricked by the pears!”I frowned at her. “Say what?”“You really don’t remember?”“Pears? No, I don’t ... And I don’t think I want to!”“Well, too bad! You went outside to pee and faceplanted in the trees, and Muireann had to go rescue you. After you were in bed. I didn't use both with the circular thumb motion on her groin. Instead, I used one index finger rubbing her up and down slowly and firmly. When I finished the right side, I moved around the table to duplicate the motions on her left.The 'Harp Player' thing I did standing also, left side then right. When I'd almost finished her right side, she sat up, hooked me about the neck with her arm, and drew me face to face with her. Her eyes had that now familiar lusty MacArthur look to them, kissing me.