" Does it make you wanna fuck me?" Nicole, I wanted to fuck you the minute you walked in here this afternoon in that short skirt and low cut tank."Nic...le sighed, her hips rocking, pressing her clit onto her fingers. "I'm close." Just do what you would if you were on your own," I said.Nicole's nod was barely perceptible, her breathing turning into pants, just as she had described. And then her body tensed, she let out a sharp gasp followed by repeated panting as she came, her legs closing,. ”Her head fell once again, but not as far as her final thread of hope. It’s too late, then. They were watching and listening all along, and I have to assume they know everything we talked about. I’ll never escape. And poor Khamûl... Her last tattered shreds of resistance drained away with the first of her tears.Again the Voice laughed, and as before there was limitless cruelty in it. “Do not cry, whore. We are about to give you something you want. Look behind you.”Despite her weeping, Éowyn. H.program, Lance it seemed was just the kind of person they were lookingfor. Lance was impressed with the tour he was given of the C.R.A.S.H.headquarters. though as an 18 year old art student none of thetechnological wizardry made a bit of sense to him. An orphan who had been raised in foster care from the age of 7 Lance wasready for a chance to change the world, he was ready for an adventure.However there was a catch. They couldn't send him physically into the past, only his mind, once. She could smell the ointment now.“Bad?” she asked.“I dodged a falling board too slow. The nails missed, but it was on fire. I’ve had worse when burning scrap. I don’t even think the shirt’s scorched.”“Only hurts when you laugh?”He did laugh at that. He gripped her then, and pulled her into a kiss. His lips were hard against hers, and his tongue tickled hers. She felt the beginning of his whiskers against her cheek, the firm clasp of his hard fingers on her shoulder, the twist in her body as her.