. Simon Says to stop worrying about Vince and Duane, never ask about them again, and to get us some Southern Comfort with Coke and leftover chili. It�...�s still in the kitchen, trust me,” I grinned as I tested the full power of my mind-control powers.This really could work, I realized with genuine excitement. Manfred did exactly as he was told, heading to the kitchen to get the highballs and leftover chili. I smiled when he came back and awaited further instructions from me.“Simon Says to strip. Mass from each ejection struck us with at least a glancing blow. The killer hit us dead center along a pathway already cleared by the preceding two storms.”The Zulu Number Warrior rose from her seat and turned to face us. “Net result? Three days ago was a Carrington Level Event times two. And the shit outside? It’s at least several orders of magnitude stronger than the first one.”She murmured something which could have been a prayer in an African-sounding language.“Tech is dead. The first storm. Nice and super-tight, more-so than I'd felt before. Establishing a firm and steady rhythm (short strokes, as pulling out would have made putting myself back in her pussy-clamp difficult) I pounded her sex like a hammering machine. I was clenching my teeth hard enough to give me a tension headache; with each thrust, she gave a little grunt and bounced a heel or two off my k**neys. What a hot little fuck she was; stopping again, I flipped her over like a trembling leaf and yanked her ass back to. "Jesus ascended because it was a big thing, but the sun just rises."I like a girl who defends herself.By week three or four, we're looking forward to each other's contributions. Me, probably most of all.It's April when the girls ask if we can write little imaginary stories about growing up, "You know, girl stuff." Of course." Like making out," clarifies Nan."Well, sure," I allow. It's good to share with friends. I myself don't write about things that personal because maybe I don't have much to.