When we got to his car, he opened the door for me. We drove off to the park.We started to walk around to our favorite picnic bench. We sat down and ...tarted to talk about what had happened. I told him how things went about and he told me about his work. Brian also told me what his buddy had said what happened at the sex shop. He made a bunch of shit up. I told Brian, that he could call Sally to get the truth if he didn't believe me.Brian said he does believe me and that he can't wait to. Linda used her free left arm to try and push Sarah off but Sarah allowed Linda’s arm through her legs and then scissored it. It was a classic cross body pin and Linda immediately bridged. Her belly heaved as she gasped for air. Sarah used her left hand to slap at Linda’s belly and she moved her body so she was guillotining Linda’s neck.‘Pin,’ Sarah called. Linda struggled and cried out desperately, her neck was being crushed and her right arm stretched hard. She resorted to slapping Sarah’s. "We're historians," said Beatrice who was standing at the bar next to Paul. "We're doing research on the Byzantine Empire." The fucking what?" asked the man with a sneer. "The bisons? What the fuck do you need to go to Earth to study bisons for? They've got bisons everywhere. And mammoths, dodos, passenger pigeons and elasmosaurs. Every once extinct animal you can think of that left a bit of DNA behind has been resurrected somewhere or other." The Byzantine Empire," said Beatrice. "The Eastern. They didn't stop. Didn't miss a chance. They just went right on fucking, feverish and rabid. They actually seemed to enjoy having me there, the hapless, helplessly watching cuckold, my presence seeming to spur them. Their weep grew louder, lewder and both looked at me as their bodies thrashed and heaved and writhed in that frantic, eager, obscene lust.There was nothing I could do about it. And I realised, to my horror, that finally there was nothing I wanted to do about it. Of course, there was.