No. What can I do?Her plan had failed.But I can't simply give up, she decided. Every part of her rebelled against the notion.She left the bathroom and...sat at Sawyer's desk. A moment of truth: did the loss of her transceivers make it impossible for her to connect to the net?The glow of the terminal indicated otherwise. The screen overlaid her vision, no different than before. She released a breath she had not been aware she was holding.Habit sent her to the same site she always began. Once around his hard, toned body, and I danced in front of him again, pressing my bare breasts into his shirt, until I slowly pulled it up, and then they pressed into his steel-hard abs. He closed his eyes, swaying to the music as if lost in another world, while my nipples dragged down his ebony skin, turned upwards against the friction of his flesh, until I was on my knees before him. His sweats fell with a tug, and his thick manhood sprang back in quick recoil. Not that inured, I. ?It was just a suggestion.That?s all.?Mel looked at the girls again. A moment later she figured that Derekcould be right. ?It might work,? she mused.Derek nodded, ?Maybe.? A moment later he asked, ?So where do you findclothes like that???You mean? right now? Buy him an outfit like that? today???Why not? We?re not doing much of anything else.?Mel could only agree. ?Why not???So like I said, where do you find clothes like that??Mel stopped and looked around. ?All over this place! Most. Are you okay, Caleb? She asked me soft and kind, almost as if she were hurt too. Her cleavage was still hanging out. I could almost see a nipple. If her red tank top and blonde, wavy hair would move out of the way, I may be able to see it. How about looking at it from a different angle? I asked her. I was hoping she would turn even the slightest bit so I could see a tit. She moved to a different angle but that made the nipple disappear into her shirt somewhere. Suddenly, she turned, flinging.