I stepped inside, closed the door and noisily slid the metal latch. I dropped half my coins into the video machine and the sounds of a fake orgy fille... my booth as I dropped my shirt onto a seat in the corner and carefully took off my jeans.I saw golden light flickering through the glory hole on the left: my hallway friend had wasted no time. I made sure to stretch my arms well over my head and did a slow turn so he could examine my sissy cocksucking outfit.Sure enough, his eager eyes were at. I took out my phone, opened up the camera, made sure that flash and sound was off, and snapped a few pictures through the door crack. Now I had proof to show off to Celeste. Meanwhile, the guy came into view. He laid down on top of the girl and started kissing her tits. I admired his back - clean, firm, and muscular, with sexy shoulder blades moving under his tanned skin as he worked his way down to the girl's pussy and out of my view. I shifted around to have a better look. I pressed my face. “Elizabeth-Ann Morley,” it said. Lilian Morley had always hated her full name, changing it to Lilian when she was six and insisting to be called that. Was the girl family, maybe her, what, great grand aunt, or even grandmother? If so, why hadn’t she ever heard of her? Her mother never explained why she chose the name. “From some novel,” she’d said when she asked.Lilian flipped the picture over again. She must have been wrong, the girl smiled now; there was no trace left of her panic. Her face. The few places that retained utilities were turning away people. It was sad, but had to be done. Supplies only stretched so far.On the South American continent, snow was falling from the most southern tip of it to several hundred miles north. Snow was falling in places that had not seen snow in recorded history. This too was caused by the changing weather pattern. The world's weather engine was still unsettled and was giving vent to furious storms.All the world's oceans were spawning storms.