Lori made no sound just deep in thought as to where this night was going to lead her. She found herself day dreaming of snagging a big breasted stree... hooker in the city or a pretty co-ed near the campus and taking her for a ride and a party. Ben never gave her a hint where they were going just put into the CD player Meat Loaf’s ‘Bat Out of Hell’ album and turned up the music. A few minutes later Ben pulled into a neon lighted truck stop called the Twilight Café. There were at least twenty. I kneeled by the side ofthe bed and I kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then I started workingmy way down her neck, tasting the sweat on her skin, listening to herbreathing as I slowly worked my way down to her left nipple.I sucked on her nipple and she gasped with pleasure, her breathingbecoming heavier. Her right hand moving and resting lightly on hiscrotch, applying the slightest amount of pressure through her shorts.Her left hand reached up and rested on the back of my neck, pulling myface. Standing before her, waiting, were Dahra, her kid, Lissa, and five of the most respected women in their fields.The first person that Krinan noticed was Plek Menorfelgis, the dean of the college/museum of anthropology, and Krinan's immediate superior. She was nine years old, and stood a full four inches taller than she, almost as tall as Dahra. She had graying reddish blonde hair, worn at the fashionably short length. She wore a tunic top of mustard and true yellow. The pattern was cleverly. She took one look at Debbie and made Deb her project. She taught her to use makeup, got her to change her hairstyle, and turned Deb into a runner. By the time Debbie came home for the Christmas holiday the baby fat was gone, the braces were gone, and Debbie was a total fox! I took one look at the new Debbie and knew that her days of insecurity were gone forever, and so, I expected, were her visits to my house; she would be too busy beating the boys off with a stick to have time for an old fart.