“Micro-DV drives make a bubble of compacted space time, with a spooled wire contained within in a spring formation. It is basically a mechanical bat...ery. Without the DV field, it’d be five miles long. Or, uh, nine kilometers. Hence the name.”“So, what happens if the field shuts down?” Dey asked.“Oh, the wire un-spools at relativistic speeds,” Reyes said, cheerily. “There’s a reason they put K9s on ASMs. Bigger ones – the K10s and K12s? They’re used on anti-capital torpedoes.”Dey frowned. "I pulled out of the collapsed Katelin, while Ava struggled to roll over and offer me the recent subject of conversation. As I was moving sideways, I said, "So you want it in the ass, do you?" Silly question really, but it seemed appropriate at the time."God yes, I'm REALLY horny!"#2: #4: I was worried about Julia's "vigorous" instruction, but Julia seemed completely unconcerned (judging by her sliding scoops of Ava's pussy juices to where they could be of more use). I certainly didn't need to. A short time later, she went to her bathroom to shower, and decided to take a bath instead. Her thoughts quickly left the "Reader's Digest" article she was reading to the physique she had been watching earlier. Noiselessly, she brought herself to climax, her fingers between her legs, amazed that she had been in the tub long enough for the water to turn cool. She dressed, cooked supper and fed the kids, helped them with their homework, and tucked them in.Her husband called from Nashville, where. "Well, um, she says something bad happened to her. That Mr. Johnson did something bad to her." This got my attention. Mr. Johnson was the gym teacher at Midland Junior High School, which both Sandra and Tamara attended as eighth-graders."What sort of 'bad' ... you mean something inappropriate?" Cynthia and I looked at each other again, and this time her face showed understandable alarm."She says ... Mr. Johnson, well ... she says he's had sex with her, in his office."Well, I don't need to tell.