" "So the armor is prety much only trully effect against energy weapons and the melee weapons are not even worth making," Avriel asked a little let do...n. "Well the shield of the armor will deflect most projectile weapons so it is good for that. Although if the weapon is heavy or propelled stongly enough it will punch through the shield. Once the nanites in your body, your Nanite Count (NC), reach the optimal amount that your body can support added to the armor will make you untouchable to. " said Fay, "Why don't you drop me off, park the car at yours and walk up? It is Friday Jack." "Yeah, it is. Shouldn't you be out partying?" asked Jack. "I would normally but I don't want to bump into Stephen. He knows all our hangouts and my friends are very predictable." added Fay deadpan in tone. "Well, it's not easy to hide in this town, there's only five places you would ever want to drink in." returned Jack consolingly. "Ever been to The Marshall at Arms?" asked Fay. "Fay, isn't that. “I’m not—what the hell are you doing here?” He looked her up and down. “And what in the name of Mike are you wearing?” She had on something that looked like a ladies’ sleeping gown, maybe one of those Japanese numbers, but it didn’t tie up in the front, and it had a hood that covered her face down to the eyes. Underneath it she was naked as a jaybird. “I came to see you. I was hoping you’d stop by again, but since I haven’t seen you or Willie I decided to visit.”Holy Pete, thought Herb, this. It’s so loaded with neurons that it’s no wonder the ongoing joke is ‘thinking with the little head’. It’s also fascinating how each of us responds to different types of touch, and I’m only talking about touching the dick. For some of us, incredibly light touch is incredibly erotic while a heavy grip is right up their with suffocation. For others, it’s the opposite: softness is bland and doesn’t register, instead needing a solid meaty stroke.Those preferences for sensation can inhibit us,.