”“So hide it!”“I tried, you refused to wear the protecting medallion,” I sighed.“It’s scratchy.”“Not my problem.”“Yes it is! You...gave it to me!”I held out my hand for the medallion and checked it over, no sharp corners at all just a smooth surface.“Where are the bits that scratch you?” I asked.“Don’t know, but it gave me a rash!”“Show me.”“I’m not showing you my tits, you pervert!”“Then show Imelda and get it sorted and then I’ll take you out scouting,” I promised with a sinking feeling, seeing. ”“I suppose you’ve heard of a ‘wormhole’, then.”“Oh. Uh, yeah, vaguely. Kind of like a tunnel that connects distant sections in spacetime? Or something. That’s all I remember from Cosmos.”“In the vaguest possible sense, yes. Anyway, our theory and initial tests have confirmed that these bridges can in fact be created. However, due to quirks of quantum mechanics, we can only create bridges that lead to an equivalent location in spacetime inside a parallel universe, but not bridges that may lead. Voellig einsam gelegen, weitab von jeglicher Zivilisation. Marc war schon ganz gluecklich vor Vorfreude und sein harter Schwanz pulsierte staendig gegen die enge Badehose, vor allem weil bei Shawna das Dope ganz offensichtlich zu wirken begonnen hatte und sie auf dem schmalen, dunklen Waldweg Probleme hatte, einen festen Stand zu finden, weswegen sie sich immer wieder an ihn haengte.Als sie dann auf den Strand kamen, haette Marc am liebsten laut "Scheisse" geschrien. Ploetzlich fiel ihm auch. I opened a wooden box on my night stand and removed rolling papers and a baggie of marijuana. I rolled a couple of nice size joints and fired one up, inhaling deeply the mystical herb. I always found a nice buzz could keep me going. Puff, puff swallow and I was ready to go.With basket, detergent and coins in hand I was ready to go. Wearing only an extra-large hoody, panties and flip flops I began my journey down the broken sidewalk winding my way between the dilapidated buildings that had yet.