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Subject: {ASSM} Drive Girls Part 2 (f/f, sci-fi)
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drive girls pt 2(f/f, sci-fi)
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	"Oh, crap!" jania slapped her forehead as her, Dr. Nick, and Lori rode the 
elevator up to the habitation decks. "I forgot to get you to sign the 
nondisclosure agreement! We gotta take care of that before we give you the 
tour." She reached for a wide spandex strap on her right thigh. It had 
several pockets and from the largest one she pulled out a PDA. Jania pressed 
a few buttons, then handed it and a stylus to Lori.
	"Pretty standard stuff. Don't talk about what you see and do here to anyone 
that doesn't live and/or work here. NDY also reserves the right to search 
your person, your bags, your room, and monitor all communications that enter 
or leave this station. Sign and date here."
	"Nudity must make security easy," Lori said as she signed the document. 
"Where am I going to hide stuff?"
	"You'd be surprised, " said Dr nick when Lori handed the PDA back. "Signing 
that also gets you an ID Card which should be printing in the id office as 
we speak, we'll go get it later."
	"OK, tour time, part the first." Jania said, pointing to a map on the wall 
of the elevator. "Decks 1 through 5 are at the top of the station. That's 
the administration offices. Decks 6 through 14 are living quarters, we have 
room for almost 1000 people"
	Lori asked, "How many people live here?"
	"400 testers, 400 researchers, roughly. I don't have the exact numbers," dr 
nick answered. "The offices are at the top of the dome, the rooms line the 
inside. The whole dome is on top of a bowl that's filled with dirt with a 
tube down the middle to the lower levels. As you saw earlier, it's filled 
with trees, plants, and gardens, with the bigger flora toward the center of 
the bowl."
	"Along the outer edge of the widest part of the dome, facing the atrium, is 
deck 32, where all the food venues and entertainment zones are." jania 
said."The first deck in the cylindrical part of the station is right below 
the bowl. That's the hanger deck, number 33."
	"Then the docking ring, deck 34." Dr nick said.
	"Then 10 more floors of labs and workshops." finished Jania.
	"That's a lot to take in, I hope there's not going to be a quiz later." 
Lori said, her head almost spinning from all the data.
	"There's a simple map on the back of your id card, a more detailed one is 
available for download." Dr nick said as the elevator came to a halt. "We're 
going to give you a tour of deck 32, sounds good?"
	"That ride in the pod gave me some sort of clammy sweat," Lori said, 
rubbing her arms. "How about a shower first?"
	"There's several public baths in the atrium, if you don't mind bathing in 
front of others." Jania said.
	"No problem at all," answered Lori as the doors slid open. Not 10 feet from 
the elevator doors, on a stone bench, 2 women were locked mouth to pussy in 
a 69. People having sex right in front of her was not new to Lori, but she 
still stumbled as she walked out of the elevator.
	"Oh, damn, that must have been a fright." Jania said, taking Lori by the 
hand.
	"Uh, yeah, I didn't expect that." Lori stammered as they made their way 
into the wooded atrium. She could hear the familiar sounds of sex, moaning 
and groaning, as they made their way down a gravel path. Here and there she 
could see women engaged in various sex acts in full view of the other 
station residents.
	"Is this normal behavior around here? I've been to swingers clubs once or 
twice..." Lori started as they approached a large stone pool.
	"Actually, all of our current testers are swingers, recruited from all over 
the Star Union," dr nick said. "They seemed very accepting of what was going 
on here and some of their...habits...spread pretty quickly, even amongst the 
researchers."
	"Nudity, sex in public, multiple partners, now why didn't I bring my 
camera?" Lori joked as she stepped into warm water of the pool. There were 
already several other women in it, some bathing, some just relaxing.
	"No recording devices allowed " said jania, tossing lori a bath puff from 
out of a stone urn There was a liquid soap dispenser next to the pool, 
disguised as another urn. Lori squirted some of the melon-scented soap into 
her puff and lathered up. Some of the women in the pool cleared enjoyed 
watching her wash, as their hands tugged nipples and drifted toward their 
crotches.
	Dr. Nick and Jania helped Lori out, climbing in the pool and getting some 
hard to reach areas on her back. She rinsed off in a nearby fountain, and 
then dried off with a soft fluffy towel jania offered. The towel disappeared 
into a receptacle cleverly disguised as a rock, and the pool's occupants 
waved goodbye as the 3 women walked away.
	The tour was impressive. The entertainment zones had lounges, dance clubs, 
arcades, a movie theatre rigged for 2-d and 3-d videos, several gyms, 
several swimming pools, and just about every kind of sport field or court 
one could imagine, even a roller hockey rink.
	"We had an ice skating rink, but that was too cold to do naked." Jania 
commented.
	The food court was no less impressive; everything from hot dogs to sushi 
was available from automated systems. They decided to stop and eat, each 
grabbing a salad and sitting just on the edge of the atrium. Lori sat and 
watched as two women, a nearly bald black woman and a curly haired blonde 
took a booth right across from them. They sat down facing Lori, jania, and 
dr nick, the long way across one side of the booth. The blonde was between 
the others legs, and the black woman would pull strawberries out of a 
plastic carton they had, rub one against the blonde's clit, then slowly eat 
it.
	Lori gulped at the wanton display, but kept on eating. "So, uh, how did you 
end up with a station full of uninhibited women?" she finally asked.
	"Well, let's start with the origins of the O-drive, shall we?" jania said 
as she swallowed a bit of grilled chicken. "This started about a year and a 
half ago. Usually, new drive designs take several years to go from the 
original idea to just the prototype, but we've been rushing things."
	"Anyway, I was running some new hyperspace algorithm tests at NDY's main 
offices on Gun'Taat V. I ran them through the supercomputer, got a few that 
looked promising, then loaded them into a drive and locked the drive into 
the dyno for a month."
	Lori interrupted,"What's a dyno?"
	"It's short for dynamometer. A real dyno is used to test the power output 
of wheeled land vehicles, but this does the same thing.," answered Jania. 
"So I power it up and let it run. I had 3 or 4 other projects on the burner, 
and every couple of days I'd go back to check on it. It wasn't doing exactly 
what I wanted it to do, but there were some odd readings, way off the mark, 
but they would only pop up Sunday mornings between 2 and 4 am."
	"At first, I made a list of all the things that could throw it off that 
bad. Uncharted pulsars, high-powered hyperspace broadcasts, other 
experiments going on at the same time, whatever. Nothing panned out. About a 
week after I started this investigation, one of my security officers 
approached me with a problem. He said that a researcher and an intern had 
been coming to the lab way past closing time. I asked when and he said 
Sunday AM, usually about 2."
	"You have to be kidding me." Lori commented.
	"My original reaction was that they were sneaking in to sabotage my drive. 
I wanted to catch them in the act, so I set a trap. I picked up a few 
wireless cams, put them in the lab, turned the drive back on, and staked the 
place out. Sure enough, about 2 am Greg and Cindy came to the front door. 
Greg swiped his key card, typed in his secret code, and entered the secure 
lab areas. I expect them to head straight to the lab, but the took the 
elevator to the next floor. Are you familiar with the Japanese tradition of 
the capsule hotel?"
	Lori nodded. "Like a casket you rent to sleep in. What does this have to do 
with the experiment?"
	"Right above the lab NDY installed a small capsule hotel some years ago. 
Our engineers keep odd hours and we don't want them falling asleep on at 
keyboard, right? The last security cam was a hidden one in the foyer of the 
capsule bank. By the time they got there, Greg's pants were around his 
knees."
	"Ah, springtime when a geek's fancy turns to..." Lori started.
	Dr Nick laughed, and Jania continued," so they slid one out, and both 
climbed in. It didn't take long for the sensors in the lab to start swinging 
out of control. 'Eliminate all other factors, and the one which remains must 
be the truth.'"
	Lori looked over her glass of iced tea. "Sherlock Holmes, right?"
	"Bingo." Jania answered. "I swept some scanning gear into a bag and made my 
way up there. I put my ear to the capsule and could hear a little slap and 
tickle going on in there, then I climbed into the capsule next door. The 
slap and tickle soon turned into funny animal noises and names being 
screamed, but with my sensors, I could detect 2 very localized hyper fields 
being generated. Even inside the capsule, I was trying to figure out a way 
to draw the field out and blow it up big enough to fit around a ship."
	"What happened to Greg and Cindy?"
	"Turns out that capsule was their 'regular'. I kept the gear in the other 
for another month, then one night they didn't show up. I guess they broke 
up. Anyway, armed with this data, I went searching for an expert in biology, 
anatomy, whatever. Turns out there is only one person in the Star Union with 
double doctorates in hyperspace engineering and neurology."
	Dr. Nick cleared her throat. "What can I say, I was a child genius. So 
jania starts filling my mailbox with all of this data. I though she had 
stuck her head into too many drive cores, but the data didn't lie. We 
arranged a face-to-face meeting and had it about 3 days later. I wanted to 
do this like a controlled experiment, jania was about 4 steps from going 
right to the O-Drive."
	"Two steps!" jania corrected. "I had Dr. Nicks first paycheck in my hand 
when we met. I was starting to lean in her direction, trying to find out the 
hows and whys before designing the drive, but things were afoot on Sataris."
	"Back to Free Waterfall Jr, again? What kind of BS was he trying to pull?"
	"He had called a big press conference that very day to announce his 
cannidancy and his 'anti-anti-matter' platform," said Dr Nick. "Right after 
that announcement, the price of antimatter shot through the roof, most major 
stock markets took a slight tumble, ordinarily peaceful planets started 
having some minor civil unrest, the whole shooting match. We decided right 
then and there we had to get the project rolling now, scientific method be 
damned, before more people got killed."
	Jania said,"Dr Nick said she needed more data, not just off these 2 people, 
like a bunch of people. I had already thought of that and had done some 
research into the swingers scene on Gun'Taat V."
	Lori almost choked on a crouton. "You two, at a swingers club? Who'd go 
with?"
	Deadpan, Dr. Nick pointed at Jania and Jania pointed at Dr. Nick.
	Lori leaned forward in her seat. "Oh, this gets better and better. Are you, 
you know, lesbians or anything? If you are, that's no biggie, but...."
	"Labels sorta got tossed out the window when we got there, this building 
that looked like an unmarked office building only blocks from the NDY 
offices." said Jania.
	"Anyway we had a truck full of scanners aimed right at the building, and we 
each came in bearing a backpack full of handheld scanners." Dr. Nick said.
	"I thought these places had rules against recording devices."
	"They did, but they don't cover hyperspace scanning equipment," Dr. Nick 
explained."Just going Friday and Saturday nights for about a month gave us 
sooo much data..."
	"Once we got started, it was pretty hard to stop." Jania added.
	"Who's paying for all of this boinking?" Lori asked
	"It's my company, I just took the credits out of petty cash and 'lost' the 
receipts. I think I got laid more that first night than I had in my whole 
life. Kinda liberating, really..." Jania mused. "We went back to the lab, 
ran the data through the computers, same results, more hyper fields. Now we 
had to find some people to do the same thing at the lab, so back to the 
swingers we went."
	"We had made quite a few friends, about 20 of them came back to the lab 
with us after we explained what we were really after." said Dr Nick. "Most 
of them thought we were into some sort of mad scientist fetish, but once we 
clued in some of our researchers, they saw we were serious about this."
	Jania continued," Then we built the first few of those pods you rode in, 
started tossing them out the back of cargo cruisers, then decided we needed 
more test subjects. The swingers called up some of their friends, briefed 
them, but then we had to buy this station to house them all."
	"This is supposed to be some sort of casino resort, but it went bust, got 
the station for a song." Dr Nick added.
	"Some used starships got bought, then customized to suit our needs, and 
here we are. Even in those very early days we were making new discoveries 
every day, so the capital outlay was well worth it." Jania finished.
	"If you charged admission to this place, you could have bought new 
starships." Lori commented as Dr. Nick swept away the empty salad plates.
	"You're not the first person to suggest that," Dr. Nick said. "How about 
some coffee?"
	Jania and Lori nodded, and Dr. Nick returned with 3 cups of java and pile 
of creamers and sweeteners.
	Lori poured some half and half in her coffee and stirred it. "So how much 
are you planning on paying me?"
	Jania consulted her pda again. "How does 1100 a week sound?"
	"That's a little more than I make in the movie biz," Lori said, doing some 
calculating in her head.
	"It's going to be difficult, though. Lots of work, researchers giving you 
orders..." Dr nick said.
	Lori counted off on her fingers. "Directors give me orders all the time. No 
facials, nothing illegal, not more than 3 guys at a time, no more than one 
dick in any single hole, no watersports or poop...uh...I think that's about 
it."
	"How about a little bondage?"
	"As long as you're not beating me when I'm tied up, that's ok."
	Jania said, "There might be some surgery involved."
	Lori's face blanched slightly. "Surgery? Like what?"
	"Nothing that can't be reversed, the most minimal of scarring, and you 
probably won't even be able to see them." Dr Nick answered. "Of course, if 
we had to operate, you'd receive a sizeable bonus beyond what you were 
already being paid. Mostly all you will be doing is having orgasms, 
do-it-yourself at first, and then more controlled experiments later on. 
We'll brief you fully before we start, and if you say 'no dice, that's 
crazy' not a problem. We'll cut you a check for that week's work and call 
you a cab."
	"Room and board is free, we have a doctor on staff and If Dr Virjay can't 
help you, then we'll cover you under our insurance. We also have monthly 
shopping runs to Ibuhodim, if you get bored with the station." said jania.
	"And to top it all off, when the prototype testing is done, all remaining 
testers will be offered very generous contracts to become O-Drives."
	Lori stopped in mid sip. "Become O-Drives?" she asked. "I thought that was 
the o-drive, that pod thing."
	Dr. Nick and Jania had puzzled looks on their faces and Lori tried to 
explain.
	"You get a ship with an o-drive, the crew powers the drive and you go 
rocketing through space, right?"
	"Not exactly." Jania said. "That method is good for one person, in that 
little tiny pod, just breaking the light barrier. For a real starship, and 
real speed, you'd need many many people to power it plus they'd need food, 
water, air, gravity, etc."
	"When it's all said and done, "Dr nick continued," the o-drive and any 
associated equipment and consumables should be the same weight and volume as 
a standard hyper drive. Having to support more crewmembers just about 
negates the benefits of using the o-drive to begin with."
	"When we started the experiments, we found out a few things. First, guys 
can't be o-drives..." jania started.
	"...They're too messy, spunking all over everything, plus trying to draw 
out the field was like trying to grab a greased pig. That's why we 
concentrated on women." Dr Nick continued. "A bunch of women fucking in a 
room, the floor covered with those conductive studs, is like tossing a match 
into a drum of alcohol fuel. Boom, all that energy wasted in one shot. Pour 
it into an engine, however...."
	"There's still some theoretical stuff to work on, " jania said," but if it 
all works out, an O-drive capable of driving a 2-seater personal shuttle 
will be no bigger or heavier than the standard hyper drive, about the size 
of a coffee table or desk, woman included. Instead of getting a bigger drive 
for bigger, heavier ships, you link several o-drives together in an array."
	"No maintenance, turn key, one part solution." Dr nick said.
	"Ok but if you turn a woman into an O-drive, however that's done, who pays 
them?" Lori asked
	"NDy recruits the women, give them the rundown and offer them a contract 
for 1, 2, or 3 years, whatever. Then we pay them in advance" Jania 
explained. "NDY turns them into O-drives, installs them into ships, then 
lease the ships. Once the lease is up, we turn the o-drives back into women 
again, and everybody walks away happy."
	"Ok, you've confused me." Lori said, her head spinning from all these 
revelations.
	"It'll make more sense later on, don't worry." Dr nick soothed.
	"Other than odd surgeries and having an orgasm that gets me lost in space, 
any other risks?" Lori asked.
	"Possibly getting blasted to bits by mercs hired by Trans Galactic 
Antimatter," said a voice behind Lori. She turned around and found herself 
face to navel with an almost Amazonian red head. "I think this is for you," 
she said, dangling a blue plastic card on a lanyard in front of Lori.
	Jania introduced them. "Lori Anderson, Beth McMurrow, head of security and 
resident paranoid. That's your id card; you'll need it to get into your 
room, wear it at all times. Researchers have red ones," she said pointing to 
hers and Dr Nicks.
	"Testers must have blue ones," Lori said, taking the card.
	"And the handful of security personnel have purple ones," Beth finished 
pointing to hers. It wasn't around her neck, but attached to one of her 
nipple rings.
	'I thought we decided that wasn't where that was going to go, " Dr Nick 
said, eying Beth's tag.
	Beth shrugged, and leaned the pool cue she was carrying against the table. 
She unsnapped the tag, and then reattached it to her clit ring.
	"On that note, " Dr. Nick said with a laugh, "I think I'm going to get some 
of that action." She looked at the 2 women that were playing with the 
strawberries. Now they were on the floor, tangled in a 69, the black woman 
on top. "You in?" Dr nick asked Beth as she walked by.
	"Nah, I got a pool tourney in a minute. Just passed by to drop off this 
tag." Dr Nick walked to the women, and then kneeled down on the floor. She 
started massaging the black woman's back and whispering in her ear. They 
stopped for a second, then, apparently accepting Dr Nicks offer, got on 
their sides, the blonde still being eaten out by the other. Dr. Nick got on 
the floor with them, sticking her face in the black woman's crotch while the 
blonde got to work on her box.
	"That's going to take a bit of getting used to." Lori said, watching the 3 
women writhe around on the floor. She shook her head, and then turned to 
Beth. "What's this talk about mercs trying to kill us?"
	Beth sat down in Dr Nick's former seat, and tossed her empty cup in the 
trash. "I usually have longer to give this speech..."
	Jania groaned. "Not the '3 threats' bit again. I'm surprised anyone stays 
here after hearing that."
	Beth ignored her. "Threat number one is the antimatter companies; Dexoon, 
TGA, Con-Am, all of them. If they find out what we are doing, they could 
pool their resources, hire a privateer fleet and blast us off the map. The 
second threat is the militant religious right. They don't like abortions, 
they don't like birth control, and they don't like selling beer on Sunday, 
so the idea of a drive powered by an orgasm will probably drive them right 
around the bend. The last group is the women's lib, radical feminist crew. 
They're just going to say we're exploiting women."
	"The odds of the last group doing anything that would risk life or limb is 
pretty small. The righties have had the occasional wacko plant bombs or 
shoot at abortion doctors for centuries," Beth continued," but they distance 
themselves from these isolated crazies, and it'd take more than a single 
sniper or a lone, untrained bomber to get past me and my crew. An iliterate 
woman with zero job skills, living in a grass hut could still make a mint 
being an O-drive, so I fail to see how that's exploiting women. However, the 
last 2 groups could get bankrolled, under the table, by the first, and then 
instead of concentrated laser fire, we'd get hit with court orders, 
injunctions, warrants, writs, and all that shit." She threw up her hands. 
"That's outta my realm of expertise, though. I can shoot a sniper or space a 
bomber, but them lawyers..."
	"You said secrecy is our best security," Jania said. "Do you think we have 
a leak?"
	"No, but..."
	"And I showed you what NDY could afford in the realm of hiring it's own 
privateer fleet, and squads of exo-suit commandos. Can you defend the 
station with that?"
	"Yes, but..."
	"But I don't need them now, I can't afford them to just sit around, and a 
fleet of armed frigates would draw a lot of attention. Leave the blood 
sucking, baby eating zombie lawyers to me, and when you say 'panic' I hit 
that big fat red button. Agreed?"
	Beth smiled. "You better have a hair trigger on that button. I gotta pool 
tourney to get to." She stood up, and grabbed her cue. "Lori, nice meeting 
you, see you around," she said as she walked away.
	"Paranoid much?" Lori joked.
	"She does good work, and her security has kept us locked tight so far," 
Jania said. "I'm sorta scared my reaction time might be slow if the lid gets 
blown off this operation."
	Lori took another sip of coffee. "This O-Drive, this is really going to 
change everything, isn't it?"
	"Totally. No more wars and stupidity over antimatter. Just hit it and go."
	"Where's that contract?"
	"Already?" Jania asked, pushing the pda back across the table.
	"I don't wanna miss my chance to get my name in the history books, do I?" 
Lori responded, writing her name across the screen with a flourish.
	Jania took the PDA back and got up. "That's the spirit!" she said, slapping 
Lori on the back. "With this signed, I have some paperwork I need to clear 
up in the office. Check your mail when you get back to your room, and just 
go with the flow." Jania waved as she walked towards the elevator banks.
	Lori turned her attention back to the women on the floor. There were now 4 
and some of the tables and chairs had to be moved to make room for their 
daisy chain. Lori tossed the last coffee cups in the trash, and walked over 
to them.
	"Scoot over," she said to the black woman, giving her a light slap on the 
ass. She complied, extracting her face from the pussy of the new girl 
(someone with a blue pageboy cut and acres of tattoos), and moved aside to 
let Lori in.
	The stone floor was surprisingly warm, and the girl with the blue hair had 
a shaved, smooth pussy. Lori went right to work, alternating between 
flicking her clit with her tongue and penetrating her with it. The woman 
working Lori was no slouch, either, wrapping her lips around Lori's cunt, 
sucking and probing for all she was worth.
	The blue haired one must have been about to cum when Lori joined in. It 
didn't take Lori long to bring her off, her moans muffled against the next 
woman's pussy. On Lori's other end, it felt like a warm spatula was wiping 
all the wetness out from her slit. She soon climaxed as well, pushing her 
face into the cunt of the next girl on the chain. The woman eating Lori 
would occasionally moan against Lori's pussy, sending little waves of 
pleasure through her. The orgasms traveled like electricity along a wire. 
One would cum, then the next, then the next, till Lori could again feel the 
deep basal groan against her crotch and the wave would start again. Lori 
continued to eat and be eaten for about an hour, orgasming several times, 
occasionally switching partners, and watching other women join the chain, 
which reached 10 women at it's peak.
	It wasn't the orgasms that were tiring, but the work necessary to produce 
them was. She soon grew tired and broke the chain, her partners wiggling 
together to reform it. Lori found a drink dispenser at the end of the food 
court, hit it up for a Gatorade, and made her way to the elevator. Already 
in the elevator was pale brunette, with jangling bracelets on her wrists and 
ankles, watching the daisy chain on the floor continue through the elevators 
glass walls.
	"Good time?" she asked Lori as the doors closed.
	"Actually, yeah. Not the business like fucking I'm used to, but no 
commitment pressure, either." Lori answered. "Just sex for the fun of it." 
She took a sip of her drink, and then licked her lips. "Agg, that's an odd 
flavor, Gatorade and cunt juice."
	The woman stepped toward Lori. "May I?" she asked and before Lori could 
answer, pressed her lips to Lori's. Lori's mouth instinctively opened, and 
the woman sucked on her tongue. "Mmmm, not bad," she said as she pulled away 
from Lori. A ding from the elevator broke the momentary silence and the 
doors swished open. "Oop, my floor," the woman said as she walked out. She 
waved bye, her bracelets jingling, and Lori did the same before the door 
closed.
	Lori got off at her floor, and swiped her keycard to get into her room. The 
small com unit on the end table was blinking, indicating there was a message 
for her. She called it up and got a video message from Sandra. It looked 
like she was in a messy office cubicle. "I just got conformation on your 
contract signing. I'm your handler, call me ASAP," she said, a hyperlink in 
the corner of the screen blinking. Lori clicked on it, and saw Sandra in the 
same office.
	"Oh good, that didn't take long," Sandra said, turning away from whatever 
she was working on and to the screen.
	"What's a handler?" Lori asked.
	"My job will be to brief you on what experiments you will be participating, 
what you have to do during them, and make certain...sexual 
enhancers..Avaiable to you."
	"Like what?"
	"I know you are an adult film star of some small renown, but do you like to 
watch them?"
	"Occasionally."
	"Our onboard library contains everything from grainy 1930's burlesque 
dancers to the latest in 3-d, surround sound, multi angle, vr boinkfests. 
Granted, we don't have nearly everything out there, but take a look, pick a 
few you like and we'll have them cued up for you tomorrow. I'll attach the 
link to this message. If there's something you want but we don't have, tell 
me and I'll see what I can do."
	"Tomorrow? I start tomorrow?"
	"Yup, I'll meet you at your room tomorrow about 8:30 AM. Do you need any 
sort of vibrators, dildos, sex toys, anything like that?"
	Lori laughed. "Ordinarily I don't think I'd tell anyone that I brought my 
own, but I think I'm covered in that department. Do you have a sybyan 
available?"
	"Several," Sandra answered. "Click the catalog link, there's tons more 
stuff there and, again, if you don't see something you like, give me a 
holler."
	"Done. Anything else?"
	"Incense, candles, oil, music? Any kind of nutritional supplements? Horny 
goat weed is very popular, but nothing illegal, please!"
	"Uh, maybe later."
	Sandra nodded. "OK, if that's it, then, I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" Lori 
said bye, too, and immediately clicked on the flashing "porn movie" link. 
She was quite surprised to find some of the amateur videos she made in 
college with her ex-boyfriend. Lori added those to the list, and then 
continued scrolling and adding to the list. When she got about eight hours 
worth of footage, she watched some news, then her favorite courtroom drama, 
then took a shower and brushed her teeth. She fell asleep on the sofa 
watching "You've Got Mail", quietly dreaming of what awaited her tomorrow.
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