‘Miriam,’ he moaned, all thought of seduction destroyed by the wanton woman who he loved. She moved, grinding her warmth into his hardness. There ...ere no more words. She pushed his shirt over his head. When his chest was bared, she leaned down to take his nipple into her mouth. He whispered her name again. She moved down his body, sinuously, her breasts grazing his chest, his hard cock. Miriam’s fingers fell to the buckle of his belt, fumbled with it. His trousers followed his shirt to the. The seats were a lot roomier and more comfortable than I’d been expecting, and the elevated “wings” of the swan we were riding in did such a good job of concealing us from the outside world that we barely even needed the darkness of the tunnel to maintain privacy. Once inside, the only illumination came from thousands of softly twinkling Christmas lights, lining the walls like festively-colored stars. Corny winter love songs blared out over tinny speakers to mask the sounds of lovers’ stolen. He ran a comb through his black hair. He hated all that poncy, style-gel muck and refused to use it. ‘Okay, how about this..? We go up the other end and give that old geezer with the sandwich board a hard time. That’ll kill ten minutes.’ ‘Nah,’ said Wheelie. ‘Not me. I fancy a ride.’ ‘Count me in, bro!’ said Chick. ‘Got something in mind, Wheelie-boy?’ ‘Might have, yeah. I saw a likely set of wheels tucked down a nice out-the-way side street on the way in today, one of those early Fiestas, I. They seemed to be part of the metal itself. As soon as I followed the instructions, the words disappeared."When I looked at the screen, this on it."He pushed the POWER button and the screen lit up with the words "Windows XIX: Antique Version." What impressed with me most was the speed. There was no boot-up time. It appeared as fast as he turned it on.The computer spoke with a very human sounding voice. "Please verify identity."Chris turned the computer around so the screen faced him. "Chris.