She inches closer, her skirt now in my face, and now a little closer as my nose slips under the fabric. I want to shoot my tongue out, but I resist, ...ike a good whore. I even start whimpering, and she hears it and laughs. She is laughing at my torment, laughing at what a dirty little slut I am, and her laughter turns me on even more.I remember when I thought I could resist them. When they first captured me, and when I first insisted, they could take my body but never my mind. That woman. You know how ... when ... biological life dies and is compressed by heat and pressure under the ground and becomes coal and oil and such?”“Oh, yes, I regularly harvest it,” his spouse said, nodding. “You need to be careful, though. It causes planets to retain heat – among other side effects.”My wife is older than the biological concept of sexual reproduction, Lou thought for the second time. It still sounded like a bad joke in his head – not real, not something concrete. But hearing her. He radioed to the RIB to return to ‘mother’ and stated they were okay to ride out the storm. Kelly shouted as she furled the fore-sail, ‘Step carefully over the washboard (a removable barrier to stop storm water surging across the cockpit and spilling down the companionway into the interior of the yacht) and go down and check the barometer and return with two cups of black coffee spiked with dark rum.’ God what a bossy-boots, Alex thought, although accepting she was the skipper. Anyway she had. ..attributes... just took other classes. So we start to playvolleyball and I was so weak that I didn't even have the power tohit the ball over the net. Every time the ball hit me it hurt. Iguess all we saw when we were both guys were girls that weretoned to play sports. Girls like me just avoided all the physicalactivity and dressed up in hot clothes, because that's all theycould do. So my breasts end up going in every other direction andmy ineptitude started to really turn me on, so I was.