You bend me over your desk and slide your hand between my legs, rubbing against my clit and feeling my soft lips, realizing that I am so wet that I am...dripping down the inside of my thighs. You start massaging me up and down, and it takes every bone in my body not to let the moans escape from my lips. You move in closer to me and start teasing me with your penis, slowly guiding it to the entrance of my lips, pushing your body up against mine, and I can feel how strong you are, how eager you are. And suppose the person traveling at that speed, relative to an observer, fires a bullet out at 0.9 c. How fast is the bullet traveling as seen by the observer. Sari Stone: I took modern physics. It is not 1.8 c. Faustus Mortal: Correct, it is less than c but more than 0.9 c. This enigma is like the complex infinity which maps out in every direction at the same time. Now this is all linear. Look at zero! What might that correlate with? Or, perhaps better said, correspond to? Sari Stone blinks.. It was obvious that they had concluded the project successfully. It was all done, all wrapped up. Months of hard work had paid off. Their joy and relief must have been palpable. She accepted his invitation for dinner, something she had not done the evening before."While at dinner she actually had a glass of wine, two glasses of wine. Now we can ask why. Why did she do that? I just finished telling you that she knew the danger of that, so why did she do that? Why did she drink?" Wait, let me. Cominciai a non capire più niente, sudavo freddo (e non certo perchè a tre metri da me c' erano i miei genitori), sentii subito il mio uccello premere, incontrollato, contro le mutande; mi dissi che non c' era niente di male (visto che, data la situazione, mia zia era praticamente immobilizzata) se mi tiravo fuori il cazzo e mi smanettavo un pò davanti a quelle gambe che si ergevano a qualche centimetro di distanza. Iniziai a menarmelo decisamente quando, spostando leggermente la gamba, mia zia.