” I smiled. “No, probably not. Would you want a boy or a girl, when the time comes?” “Yes.” I laughed. “That was an either/or question, yo... know.” She smiled. “I know – but I’m fine with either. How about you?” I thought for a moment. “Me too, I guess. Daddy’s little girl might be fun, but a boy to show all the useful things to – like how to fart with your underarm, or write your name in the snow while peeing, that’s good stuff too.” She laughed, and I went on. “With a boy, I’d only have to. I pictured her hand cupping her wet pussy, fingers rubbing in circles over her sensitive clitoris. Perhaps one hand was massaging her breasts and twisting her own nipples just like I was doing to mine. What was she thinking? Did she think of a boyfriend, husband or lover filling her aching loins? Or was she fantasizing about someone else; maybe imagining herself the centre of attention in a three-way? Perhaps something dirty like anal sex, or being tied up and dominated? Or did she crave the. I mean, the computer models, and some limited mammal testing show that it would be pretty powerful at first, but in a few days that level of intensity would drop off. But there would be a permanent increase in sexual desire and performance. You're sure none of you were exposed to this?"The team shook their heads no."Hmm," said Hammond. "I think we need to keep that under lock and key." Agreed," replied Fraiser. "In the wrong hands, this could be some very nasty stuff. Especially in the. He theorized that it was primarily because it was Brighton and not Belfast that the lines of defense were so loosely relaxed.With only the press credential as his badge of access, Danny was able to tour the hallways and the interior recesses of the hotel without interference and it proved to him that the recent headlines of the push for peace had lulled the opposition into a sense of benign disregard for possible threats. He felt a pang of pity for the foolish civilian thirst for peace so.