She knocked on the rear window to get Darryl and Azalea's attention and pointed it out to them."It's got to be that same helicopter from earlier, said...Darryl, "I still think it looks like an American Pave Low. I wonder what the hell it's after." Are you sure it's not you?" asked Azalea."There's no way in hell they could know we're in this truck, even if they are looking for us."At that moment, as though to contradict him, a loud but familiar voice boomed out of the sky. "Darryl, Darryl Sanders,. .. a...” The girl could not finish.“It is what it looks like, and it is good for what it looks like it might be useful for. I have used it dozens of times myself.”“You jest!” accused the maid.“I will show you,” said Melanie, looking forward to using Galen one last time.She sat upon a stone bench and gathered her skirts up around her waist. She wore nothing beneath it and her feminine glory was exposed.“Your hair!” yipped Elizabeth.“I know,” sighed Melanie. “It is an effect of the pleasure, and. She’s so humiliated but also triumphant. Surely he’ll want to stay with her after this. When he finishes, she goes to the bathroom to wipe herself up. She can’t believe what a disgusting, desperate little whore she looks in the mirror, overgrown tits shaking, covered in cum, dripping down over her belly. She gently touches her swollen pussy and is shocked at how open her hole is, slowly going back to normal size. If it will ever go back to normal again. When she’s all cleaned up she comes back. A being with mass cannot travel like that, but a thought can. Much faster in fact. Humankind’s understand of physics is laughably simple. Time doesn’t run in a line like a train traveling down a track. Time runs in every direction from every point of existence until it folds back on itself over and over and over. I knew what Lazarus was doing because she and I were connected on so many planes of existence I could see it all for myself. I had a hard time differentiating where she began and.