The sculpture he selected was quite readily recognizable as a man and a woman. The man was quite tall, though lean. The woman was slender, yet sha...ely. One of her hands held the hem of her gown while one of his hands was around her waist. They were clearly dancing, but dance was not the end of the story portrayed by the anonymous artist. The figures in the sculpture were standing very close together and they leaned toward each other in a motion that would consummate in a kiss. . He knew the slut she was.After the call was disconnected, the professor entered her asshole and she was numb. “Ahhh.. How good a fucker can be.. Ummm.”The other lady was just watching this and unintentionally, her fingers were rubbing her pussy. Professor saw this and as he was a cunning bastard, he pulled the other lady towards him, removed her clothes and straightway inserted into her mouth. “Ahh..” The smell and taste of pussy and ass on professor’s dick was giving her so much strain. But. We landed at Crowley Air Force Base in Nevada and were greeted by a Colonel Reich; it was 0100 hours but we were too energized with the enormity of what we were about to do to be tired. We were hustled off the field quickly and a few moments later a blue and white 747 landed on the runway behind us.From the air the base seemed to consist of only a few nondescript buildings. But once we were inside a glass elevator took us to a vast subterranean chamber carved out of the basalt rock. A. All output subject to an extremely high margin of error.”“Just how inaccurate are you?”“The smaller the group and the greater the time-frame, the less accurate I become. But all predictions are affected by the human element. Operation complete. You are a rogue variable. No current or previous models predict your presence or existence. Query. What is your point of origin?”“I grew up here in the Boston area, if that’s what you mean,” I said.“Negative. Still processing rogue variable. Error. No.