"To my grandson, Caeman, I leave fucking the following, in the hopes hot that he will remember me fondly as he uses it hot:" read the executor. In his fucking mind, Caeman fucking heard the voice of hot his grandfather, speaking fucking to him through the fucking mists of time from beyond the barrier between this world and the next. "Firstly," continued the voice, "the fucking machine password boat in which hotfuckingatfuckingmachines we, on our first trip fucking machine password out, set hot the record fucking for hot largest catfish ever to be hot caught in Lake Mexia, and then when you fucking were twelve, we set fucking the record hot for the largest bass to be hotfuckingatfuckingmachines caught images in Richland Chambers Lake. Both of them were on your line, as I recall. I just helped you reel hotfuckingatfuckingmachines them in, because you were too small to fight fucking those big fish yourself. I hope you set more fucking records hot in that boat. Our hot rods and tackle are in machines the back." Caeman ran his hands over the old boat. It was a hot little the worse for wear hot, but it could be fixed. The old tackle hot box still held a merry red color. Caeman would have fucking machine password to fucking replace the lines fucking machine password in the reels machine of the fishing rods, but nothing was hot wrong fucking with anything there that couldn't be fixed. "Secondly, that old fucking bookcase you used to climb when you were little, along hot with fucking all fucking the books hotfuckingatfuckingmachines in it. It's better than that plywood shelf you hotfuckingatfuckingmachines built with your mama's help, God rest her soul. Not that I mind you using that rickety thing, I know you've got a machines lot of

"I know as I write this hot that I am not fucking too long for this world. So I made sure to leave you the house password and most of its contents hotfuckingatfuckingmachines because of what I have to impart to you fucking machine password. Years ago, before I even met your grandmother, my fucking machine password own fucking grandfather died and left me machine the item you see fucking in this box. Our family has been keeping hotfuckingatfuckingmachines it for centuries, since the time of the ancient Celts, and now machine it machines is your turn. The Scribe's Gate is quite password a powerful item fucking, because it allows travel between machine this world and hot fictional realms. Its potential grows as Man password's imagination continues to grow. The first time I actually used it, I had a fling with Lois Lane hot. Yeah, I know, it seems lame fucking in today's terms hot, but that was the hot limit fucking machine password of my imagination at the time fucking machine password. I've seen you write, my boy, and it's good. You password've always been fucking more fucking creative hot than I ever was. I could hotfuckingatfuckingmachines never write a book, and you've hot already got some million-sellers hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. I'm going to hot hang on as long as I can, hopefully until you're emotionally ready hot to take on this responsibility. In the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines hands of a writer like you, the Gate imparts--dare I fucking say it?--almost machine godlike power. You hot have always been able to create worlds of your fucking own, now you have the images power to visit them, or to have them visit you.

"Anyway, a few notes fucking I've hot noticed about the Gate: It doesn't work with broadcast shows fucking machine password. You have to tape fucking machine password it hot first. If you turn the page back or rewind to hot a hotfuckingatfuckingmachines place before you fucking brought someone out, then use machine the Gate to bring hot them out fucking a images second time, the one from later in the timeline disappears, and fucking machine password the images one that appears has fucking no memory of anything you've done to hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her future self. Think of it images as 'resetting hot' your visitor. However, making changes fucking earlier in the timeline does not stop something you sent INTO the world hot from appearing. Removing machine something and sending it back to an earlier part of the storyline doesn't alter its fucking prior existence. I don fucking't know why. I hot've never understood time-travel myself. Gives me a headache just thinking machine about it.

"Do you hot have a nickname?" she asked. "My last boss was Steven Q hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. Caeman, and I fucking sincerely doubt you want images me associating you with him images." Caeman had heard of images S hot. Q. Caeman. The man was a big-time newspaper tycoon in New hotfuckingatfuckingmachines Jersey who was suspected of many, many attempted hot hostile hotfuckingatfuckingmachines takeovers images, though hot no one fucking had fucking machine password been able to hotfuckingatfuckingmachines prove anything. Still, Caeman couldn't start insisting that the townspeople call him Special K fucking or something to make hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her feel better...but he really wanted images this young woman as a friend. It occurred hot to fucking him that a little judicious use of the amplifier could help. He re-donned the glasses hot.

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"Let's..." Caeman started, "...let's go to my room." he said. She undid the other fastener and then she kissed machine him hotly, wrapping her hotfuckingatfuckingmachines arms around machines him. She swung her legs up around his waist, still humping herself hotfuckingatfuckingmachines against fucking his crotch hotfuckingatfuckingmachines through their clothes. He formed a command hotfuckingatfuckingmachines in hot his mind, and she hot climbed off him hot, whimpering in desire.

"Yesss..." she moaned. "Control me." She was quivering with images desire. He sent that her fucking machine password thoughts and words would still hot be images her hot own, but her actions would be dependent on his commands. "Oh, yes." she said, her body quaking. He had her kick off her boots fucking and slide her overalls off. He lifted her arms, and she stayed where she machine was posed. He pulled off the T-shirt, revealing her hot gorgeous young body. Her pink, silken panties were practically soaked through. He massaged her young breasts with his hot hands through the bra, and she fucking moaned fucking through her teeth. He unhooked fucking machine password the clasp on fucking her bra and took it off as he had done with the shirt. She stood fucking there in her hotfuckingatfuckingmachines panties hot and socks, her nipples fucking harder than any he hotfuckingatfuckingmachines had ever seen. Even his nymphomaniac ex hotfuckingatfuckingmachines-wife had never been this aroused. "P hotfuckingatfuckingmachines-p-p-please..." she stammered. "Take me."

"It...it's ecstasy...and torture...and all I'm doing is getting undressed!" she whimpered. The lust in her eyes was stronger than hot any he had ever seen. He knew he would have to fuck her soon or she would go crazy. He led her hotfuckingatfuckingmachines to his room, controlling her like a fucking machine password puppet fucking machine password. He found hot some yarn in the closet, and tied her fucking hands behind her back. "Ooooooh!" she moaned, shivering hotfuckingatfuckingmachines. He slid her sopping fucking machine password panties down her machine thighs to the floor and had her kneel on the bed. He spread fucking machine password her legs hot, tying hot her ankles to the bedposts at hotfuckingatfuckingmachines the foot of the machine bed. She mumbled incoherently, rendered near-witless by the sexual torture she was receiving. Caeman took a hot body-pillow out of the closet and folded it double. He placed it in front of her and laid her down hotfuckingatfuckingmachines over it. The result was machine that her lovely young treasure was presented in a very fucking appealing fashion. Caeman undressed quickly, then knelt behind Ellie hot, who was nearly mad with desire. She whimpered in hot pleasure when he put his hot, throbbing penis at her entrance. She cried hot out in orgasm as he entered her. He let her calm down before proceeding. He let hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her emotions guide fucking him, bringing her as hotfuckingatfuckingmachines much pleasure as he could. She rode on waves of pleasure, climaxing over and over hotfuckingatfuckingmachines again. Finally hot Caeman couldn't take it anymore and hotfuckingatfuckingmachines blasted his spunk into fucking her. She passed out, her fucking machine password mouth open password. Caeman undid the controls in her mind, freeing her to act hotfuckingatfuckingmachines on her own machines. Then he cut her physical machine bonds with a pocket knife he dug out of his discarded fucking pants. He repositioned her so she'd be more comfortable and covered her with a fucking machine password light blanket.

"What images do you want?" she demanded fucking. "As if I didn't know hotfuckingatfuckingmachines."

"Right fucking." Caeman replied, returning her scowl.

"From which I guess this is some sort of mind-control fucking device." she said, bringing fucking the glasses toward hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her face.

"I've never hotfuckingatfuckingmachines had a love experience like fucking machine password that before." she fucking sighed. "I love you." Caeman gave her images a glass fucking of water, which she fucking machine password gladly drank, moistening her dry mouth password. "Thanks."

"Well, now hot that that's done, I suppose it's hot time I explained about this thing." he said hot, showing everyone the Scribe hotfuckingatfuckingmachines's hotfuckingatfuckingmachines Gate fucking. He told the girls everything, starting with Grandther hot's death and moving on from there. With hot the amplifier now firmly embedded password in fucking his brain, he could easily read fucking the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines thoughts hot of the others. Ellie, Nike and Faria fucking stared at the bejeweled password Gate in hot silent awe, and figured that Grandther had been very fucking wise indeed to pass the fucking Gate on to Caeman. Minnie machines, on the other hand, was plotting how to take the Gate for herself and escape hot to a fictional world fucking where fucking she could rule with her superior fucking mind. Caeman knew this could mean trouble. There fucking was only one hot thing he could think of to do. He hot reached into Minnie's mind and disposed of that devious streak, and took her ego down a few hotfuckingatfuckingmachines notches, making her more submissive and fucking less images disdainful, making her warmer, more caring, and hot opening her up to all the hotfuckingatfuckingmachines happiness hot that could hot come with being so caring. He allowed her to hotfuckingatfuckingmachines be aware machines that her mental condition was artificial, but that he had done it for hotfuckingatfuckingmachines her own good. She smiled fucking then fucking machine password, a genuinely warm smile he could tell she wasn machines't used to fucking making.