I resisted the urge to grab a pair and jerk off into them, deciding instead to press down. Feeling nothing, I fluffed up the pile and moved on to the ...ext drawer. Again nothing. I figured out too late that I should have started at the bottom drawer. There, right on top of miscellaneous junk, I found it, pink and shiny, built like a plastic penis, with a crown in front, a battery door in back and a power switch on the side. Afraid to touch it, I bent down and sniffed at the crown, expecting. "Bill said he was at the art show downtown today. He said he remembers what Patty looks like from you showing him her picture as school." She paused to let that sink in. Bobby was looking at her in confusion. "Bobby... Bill said she saw Patty at the art show holding hands and kissing another guy."Bobby sat stunned for a moment. Then he snorted. "That's impossible. She isn't even in town! She went with her folks to go visit some friends. Besides, Bill doesn't even know her. He says he recognized. Separated by the Mountain the terrain to the North is lush and verdant, but the south arid and volcanic, full of concrete buildings and sex mad drunken holidaymakers.Why would anyone want to go there? Sex, I suppose!As mentioned in my previous story, although Sven and Inga were an item, they had planned to separate on their return to Sweden, so neither were jealous of the fact I was tagging along. Sven chose to drive and I sat next to him. Sven and I both wore denim shorts but as Sven was more. As Elaine Griffin remained in her submarine-office and reading some documents, there was a knock on her door.KNOCK KNOCK"Come in," Elaine Griffin said, not taking her eyes off the documents.The door opened. It was Captain Issengard, her Icelandic Captain."Lunch time," he said.Elaine Griffin looked at Captain Issengard. He and his Icelandic crew were grateful to Elaine for giving them jobs in the NHS. He was nearly 7 foot; Blond hair, blue eyes, ruddy pink complexion, muscular, high cheekbones,.