You might as well call it bottled ‘unobtanium’ because they only make a few thousand bottles a year.”“Is that like the material used to create...Marvin the Martian’s weapon?”“The ‘Eludium Q-36 Explosive Space Modulator’?” I said with my best ‘Marvin’ impression. “But I wonder if it would blow up something made from duranium or tritanium?”“I thought neutronium was indestructible.”“In TOS? I think so. Now, if I had sufficient gold-pressed latinum, I could probably actually get some ‘Pappy’!”Deborah. Her face was a little too hard for my taste but was still very attractive. Her height was similar to Sue and Mel's, maybe an inch taller, so around five-eight, with long legs, plentiful breasts and a nice curve of hip and ass. She was wearing the classic little black dress; spaghetti straps, low cut neckline, skin tight and very short. The outfit was completed by plain black, pointed toe dress pumps with four-inch heels. She too looked delicious, but I did not yet know her well enough to tell. I get so sick of them smiling all up in my face. I know that they just want to take a dip in my brown sugar. From what I can tell, Marcus isn’t like that. Could be he was staring at my chest. I admit that my ample 38D breasts can be a bit distracting. Trust me when I say that I know how to play up my assets. I just love wearing tight sweaters that show my nipples and watch the men try not to stare at them. I love teasing them because I know how badly they want to suck on them.But I get. I was admiring her as she moved around the kitchen in just the t-shirt and boxers. I could see her small breast jiggle slightly as she moved. Her shapely legs flexed when she shifted one way or another. Then I remembered. Her clothes were still in the washer.I transferred her clothes to the dryer and turned the machine on to automatic. After a moment the display showed it would take about fifteen minutes for them to dry.Looking out the back window I saw the smokehouse and remembered the roast..