She cannot stop the needy moan from escaping her lips. What the fuck was that?“I can do that,” Eris continues, a hoarse tinge in her voice. “I c...n make you do things. Show you off to others. Show off your skills.” Her fingers trail up Lynn’s thigh, going close to the girl’s moist center, but stopping at the last second. “Make you do naughty things.”“No!” Lynn protests, perhaps somewhat weakly.“Are you afraid of what I would do to you, Lynn?” she asks. “What you would let me do?”“I’m not afraid. What the hell, he’s behaved himself so far. I motion to the seat next to me. “By all means,” I say when my artwork is cherried, and he sits. I hand him back his lighter, taking a large rip, then pass him the J. He hits it and exhales, “I didn’t know it was raining.” I nod my head, looking out to the dark, dripping clouds wringing out more water than before. “It’s nice,” I reply as he hands me back the joint. We sit in silence for a minute. “So why you drinking? Don’t you work tomorrow?”. ”Heather rolled her eyes.“I should get home. It’s been a long day,” I said.“Yeah, I’m beat,” Heather agreed.“Goodnight, Mairead, Aongus,” I said. “Thanks for the lemonade.”“You’re welcome,” Mairead said warmly. “We’ll see you for dinner tomorrow night then?”“Yes, I’ll be here at six.”“Wonderful!”Heather walked me to the front door, and we stepped outside for a moment.“So will you be here?” I asked her.“What?”“For dinner, tomorrow?”“Of course! What kind of question is that?”“You never really. We entered the dirigible hangar by a pedestrian door, and I expected to see a vast hangar floor with perhaps a few pieces of equipment scattered about and rusting. What I actually saw was row after row of tarpaulin covered machinery - so much of it that, except for narrow aisles between blocks and stacks of machinery, the entire floor of the enormous hangar was covered. I walked down aisle after aisle, lifting the edges of tarps to see what was underneath. What was underneath was practically.