Code name Saturn

[LittleRedDevil]

The car was right where it was promised to be. Danny had come through once more for me once again. I ran my hands over the glossy, black finish, whistling low. Even someone like me, who prefered animals to cars, had to appreciate a car like that. The 69 mustang was perfect for what I had planned. My escape.

My name is Athens Montgomery, code name Saturn. I was the first and only test subject of Project Scorpian. I was orphaned when I was just a baby, both of my parents had been killed in a car crash, I was in the back seat and it was a miracle I survived.
I was pronouced dead as well, but in reality I was taken away by members of Project Scorpian.

I was trained and conditioned from the time I could walk. Martial arts, combat training, weapons, there isn't a gun or bomb made that I can't work. Languages, government policies, customs and practices, anything they thought would make me better, stronger, or faster than the rest. They had trained me to be an assasine. The day I turned 18, I was sent on my first assignment, some nameless faceless person they said to kill. So I did.

I was a robot. No feelings, never knowing a kind touch, a gentle smile. I was dead inside, only my missions mattered. Three years since my first kill, and it wasn't until a small child got in the way that I knew what was happening was wrong. Her father picked her up just in time to catch my bullet. I watched that small little body lose all the life and innocence I had never possessed. I felt the unknown wash of tears fall from my eyes, and at that moment I knew. That little girl would be the last to die by my hands.

The car was perfect. It would take me far away from here, but I knew they would follow me, they would hunt for me. I had to make sure they never found me.

 

[cgraven]

William

It was raining. Cold wet and hungry I trudged down the lonely road. My hat was pulled down low over my eyes, the collar of my worn leather flight jacket turned up against the wind in a vain attempt to keep out the driving rain. The road was deserted. I hadn't seen a car, truck, or any thing for hours. I trudged on through the dark hoping for the warmth of the sun, a lift.

My mind was as dulled as my body was from the cold and the rain. Always on the move. Never staying any one place to long. No friends they get hurt. No longer the hunter. Now only the hunted. Alone afraid of the future, terrified of the past. Who could understand? The sacrifices, no the self-delusions that justified my past actions. It had all ended in a split second. No, I can't go there again.

The rain dripped from the grizzled bread that covered my face. I heard the low rumble of a car. Turning I stuck out my thumb again begging for a ride.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

Adam trudge through the rain trying to get the chores done and everything lashed down before the storm hit. The rain and mud mad it all the more difficult but if he didnt finish soon the storm would make it impossible. As he was finishing, he planted his foot wrong and careened into the grain silo. The familiar crack of his leg breaking made him sigh. Luckily it was a prosthectic leg and thus the only pain involved was financial. It was the third one this month and since they were pretty expensive it meant he would have to go with a wheel chair until the next ones arrived. Adam crawled to the door and found the remote to his wheelchair. He locked up the house and shivered as he looked outside. "Thats a hell of a storm coming its not fit for man nor beast out there... " As His chair loyally rolled along he made his way to the shower and decided he would make some soup and tea for the night.

 

[HoneyPie]

I was a young girl. I'd lived a sheltered life. Daddy paid for my schooling, but I made sure the money was well spent. Years of locking myself in a library, studying constently, improving myself, and I end up here.
My name is Karen Smith, employee number 25934, clearance level 5. Or, at least, I was. In college, I interned at The Lab. That's where I met Dr. Snyder. I was a fool, infatuated with an intellegent older man. He sucked me in, and soon, I was working on Project Scorpian, teaching Saturn everything I knew. Languages, medical technique, and physical discipline. My areas of expertise. I was amazed at how quickly she learned.
Until...
I found out what they were doing. What Project Scorpian was for. Why they had made her.... I was horrified. To think that I had had a hand in her creation. I needed to stop her....
But then one day, all of a sudden, she seemed to stop herself. She began disobeying orders, slacking off on assignments. And I knew why. I could see it in her eyes....
When Danny came to me and asked me for money, I gave it to him without question. I knew he was getting the car. And I knew why. But I don't know how Dr. Snyder found out.
He tortured me. I held out for as long as I could, but everyone has a breaking point. And those at The Lab know how to find it. Evenutally, I told them everything I knew.
They weren't pleased at all. They injected me with chemical #254, the KSmith formula, named after its inventor. My entire body was numb within minutes.
They carried me out to the mustang and strapped me inside. They wired a bomb to the door. It opens, and we go boom.
Now, I just sit and wait....

 

[Indalecio]

Decus Ruprect AKA Gallhint

*He had been hired to do a job by a mysterious trvavel, only he knew what to do... who to do it for, and why he was doing it. he looked up at the rain, this would be great cover for him in the dark. He had already completed the mission by the time we got to him, holding a blue vile in his hands, and walking along a dirt highway, he hated modern day society, and everything about it. The cars, the computers, he hated it all... he only needed his guns and that switchgblade within his bandanna. He noticed somebody in a car, he quickly mugged them out, he may have hated cars, but that didn't mean he wouldn't use em. He changed the station, listening to Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash songs, singing along, when he came across a suspicious car and a hitch-hiker, he dimmed his lights as he watched on. There was something about this... something he didn't like. Suddenly lightning hit just inches from his cars hood! He looked up and spoke aloud.*

Heh... mjob from God huh? Price is my life I guess... I'll keep an eye on this one...

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I heard the storm coming long before the first rain fell from the sky. I used to pray for the rain, it gave me something to focus on, something to look forward to. I turned my face to the sky, running my hands along the car. I almost didn't see Dr. Smith in the car, was about to open the door, but something just didn't seem right.

I knocked quietly on the window, and knew for sure when she turned paniced eyes to me. Someone knew my secret. I put my fingers to the glass, smiling reasuringly at her. Did they really think it was that easy? I ducked down, peeking under the car, smiling to myself at what I saw.

It was simple in its design, probably would have worked to, that is if I hadn't paid attention to everything they taught me. I moved with ease crawling carefully under my car, disabling the bomb was child's play.

I climbed behind the wheel, smiling at Karen. She was coming with me now, there wasn't a choice in the matter. Someone high up knew and she wasn't safe.

"Good Evening, Dr. Smith. So, good of you to join me."

I didn't bother untieing there wasn't time for that. I fired the engine, starting the road to my knew life, where I belonged to myself.

 

[horacethe3rd]

Grant Oliver Campbell

My hat pulled down and my raincoat collar pulled up to protect myself from the biblical shower. Impassively I watch through the thermal imaging binoculars. I have been here waiting for 2hrs and I would wait however long it took, watching the car where the good Doctor squirms in her seat. Then back again to the horizon, which is steadily disappearing as it is cloaked in a mist from the rain droplets hitting the ground. Then the target approaches Project Scorpion scopes the area and approaches the car tentatively. I can tell already that this is not gonna go as planned too obvious a solution to catch out someone so well trained and by placing the Doctor in that car it introduces intangibles that I have no control over.

But it wasn’t my plan so really I don’t care if this succeeds or fails. This is the last throw of the dice of a desperate man who knew, he was at fault for this compromise of security. The rain trickles down the brim of my hat but doesn’t divert my gaze as I watch Project Scorpion, the thunder that rages around me is nothing in comparison to the storm which will burst over them all if this situation is not dealt with efficiently.

Her lithe body moves beneath the car and before she is even sliding in behind the steering wheel I pass the binoculars to the ex-commander of the base whose career lies shattered on that road next to that bomb and his stupid plan. Project Scorpion drives away. Glancing up from the cigarette I light I see the car taillights pull off into the distance growing duller as it disappears into the misty half light. Pulling my mobile phone from my inside pocket I call the surveillance team to check the tracer is working properly.

 

[polywog]

Yuri Ivanovich Dubronov

The turbulance had died down with the loss in altitude. I leaned forward in my seat, the white leather creaking, to reach for my briecase. I thumbed tumblers and popped it open. I should refamiliarize myself with my quarry and her persuers.

Georgi told me some things at my breifing in Vladivostock, that gave me misgivings about this mission. Something is missing, that is, how do the Americans say it? "par for the course" yes, but I thinking something else. I am good at thinking outside the yurt, that's why Georgi tapped my uncle, General Krassnikov. Next I knew, I was transferred from my paratroop regiment and stuck in a classroom for 2 years. I am still young, but I grow more jaded with every flight out of Mother Russia.

So far, it all adds up. Georgi wants to count coup on the American intel people, so this woman, a girl really, is to be intercepted in her flight. Georgi says she is type to fly on impulse. She will be hard to track, and the Americans know her well and can anticipate her movements better. I will have to be smarter than they are. 'Not too tough' I told Georgi. Ha ha!

The worst part is the Americans had warning she was unhappy. She may already be dead by the time I land in Dallas. I don't like spending 2 days in this hell just to prove to Georgi she had already been liquidated and I was on a wild yak chase.

I check over my shoulder before I open the dossier again. "Ahh. She is quite attractive." How would she alter her appearance?

And this mad scientist, what was his name? Snyder. Was it just lax capitalist morals? What did this technocrat do to her, a mere child? And what will Geargi do to her when I bring her to Rome?

This business! I should have become a farmer like my father.

The Tupalev screeches to the tarmac and taxi's to the gate. I pack my case and pry my 6'4'' frame out of the seat. It's a hot sunny Texan day and my fair skin will redden like the star of my homeland without a hat. My neatly trimmed blonde beard and mustache are new. We don't think the Americans have a file on me yet but who can know for sure.

My visa says I am a purchasing agent for a Moscow tractor manufacturer. I am looking for deisel engine technology. I am to meet Mr Clarke from Detroit Alison. He will take me to a hotel. The rented Bell will land on the roof in 2 1/2 hours to take us over the Scorpion base, a risk and a waste of time, but I can bring the mole up to date on the way. I'll need a few details taken care of.

Yes, her photo is good, very attractive I think.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

My eyes scanned the road in front of me. The rain came down in what seemed like a river from heaven. I could hear Dr. Smith breathing next to me. It was heavy, maybe from fear. I decided to clear her mind.

"I appologize for not untying you. We needed to leave quickly. I promise you won't be hurt. You are welcome to stay with me as long as you wish. I don't know where I'm going or how long we will be on the run. It's just that simple."

I turned off the highway onto what seemed to be a rarely used road. It seemed like a good idea at the time, staying off the main roads. We made it fairly far before the tires refused to grip the ground anymore. It was when we were well and truly stuck that I knew I should have asked for a truck.

"Well, Doctor, it seems that we are walking." I untied her and got out of the car, not knowing if she would follow or not. I pulled the collar of my coat up around my ears, not that it mattered, I was already soaked. I walked and walked and almost dropped to my knees when I first saw the farm house. I looked back to find Dr. Smith staring at it too. It wasn't long before we were knocking on the front door, praying someone would answer.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

Adam was showered and warm inside the large farm house he listened to the wind howl outside and subconciously shuddered. "The winds are trying to tell me something". Adam checked the soup it was ready and smelled wonderfull. The tea was boiling and his computer was relaying information on the voice modulator. His Wheel chair whirred him along the house securing the doors and battening down the windows. With all the extra romms it was no small task. The second floor was locked up already and he hated using that chair lift.As he finished he thought he saw someone in the distance...but who knew the way out here? He wheeled his way to the computer room and his security relayed there were two people on his property. "I've gotten soft, I hadnt even armed the security.." Adam paused an sighed. "My days with the govt are over, my fear isnt that there gonna get me anymore..its that this one legged soldier just isnt worth getting anymore..." Instead of arming the security he closed up the computer room and he wheeled his way over to the front door, just in time to hear a hesitant knock. He opened the door cautiosly and was surprised to see two women outside being battered by the storm, all worry of saftey was lost as he wheeled backward and motioned them in..."Come in, Come in..its not fit for man nor beast outside, even my animals are inside the barns." He figured it must have been an ordeal to get out here so he would ask them who they were and why they were here after they recovered.

 

[Indalecio]

(Ignore this, Inkubus got there before me)

 

[HoneyPie]

I shivered. I was cold, and I was hungry, and I was wet. I stared ahead at the farm house. Saturn knocked. I waited with her, in silence. This was too weird. I'd tried to help her, I'd do it again. But now I'm caught up in this mess, stuck in the pouring rain, on the run.... And hungry, very hungry.
The farm house door opened to a man in a wheelchair. I felt his eyes scan over my body. I looked down at myself, drenched by the hard rain, and wished that the doctor's uniform that I was wearing wasn't white. I shrugged. Nothing I could do about it now. But I realised that I had become a bit more self-conscience because of it.
Other than the man's leering gaze, he seemed nice, polite. I wondered if he was trying to lull us into feeling secure, safe, getting us to drop our guards. He offered to let us in, and we excepted, walking into his house without a word. I gazed around the room, feeling edgy, nervous. I looked like a normal, run of the mill farm house...but something didn't seem right, something was...was....
I told myself to shrug it off.
I turned to face the man, ready to thank him for letting us in out of the rain. But, before I could open my mouth to speak, I noticed it. I realised why I was nervous, edgy. And I just stood, and stared at this man with my mouth agape....

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I tried to contain the shivers wracking my body. I looked around the house, feeling something was different about him. I almost screamed in frustration. Couldn't I just be normal for a while? NO! A voice shouted inside my head, normal people wind up dead.

"My name is Athens, and this is Karen." I held out my hand to him, noting his firm grip, "Thank you for allowing us to stay here during the storm."

 

[polywog]

Yuri Ivanovich Dubronov

O.O.C. Clarke might be an interesting character if anyone wants to play a KGB mole....Yuri will need a female assistant too...someone with a helicopter pilot's liscence and big tattas, I mean lot's of imagination... Anyone want to be sexy Soviet spy? Or maybe hot NSA operative?


I.C.
"She split last nite in a stolen car. Had to disarm the bomb that idiot set. Took with her Dr Smith. So, we're more blind inside than before. I'll miss her.." Clarke trailed off. Driving thru rush hour traffic downtown Dallas, he handled the rented Lincoln as though it was a much smaller car.

I wasn't really interested in his daliances. "Where is she headed?" I asked curtly.

"The storm made surveilance much harder. We think there's a private contractor working for the Americans. Campbell is a rough customer, used to do some wet work for the CIA in Panama. He doesn't seem too busy, but he has been in close contact with his office here in Dallas which we're listening in on as of this morning. We think maybe he's got a tracer on Saturn." Clarke pulls into the Hilton garage and turns over the keys to the valet. We enter the elevator without speaking.

The elevator doors open onto the 14th floor. "You mean you haven't a clue?"

He ignores my question, "Campbell's got a van and two men left north bound last night. We've got a tail on 'em." Unlocking the door, he ushers me into the room.

"Very well. Let's see what youve got for me." I looked at Clarke, gesturing the case on the bed. Though just met, I am happy he is on this case with me. After only two years in the field with my department, I never know who I might work with from one week to the next.

He snapped it open. A Walther 9mm, 2 mags, compact field glasses,
a roll of greenbacks, some costume jewelry in a leather presentation case, new ID. I picked up "my wallet". I am now Alex Poppov. How immaginative! A jewelry salesman from Decatur. Also, a standard issue "gentleman's toiletry bag", my department always provides, containing special equipment, poisin pill, explosive toothpaste etc. This stuff never changes. I pull back the receiver and let a round into the chamber of the Walther and I strap it on. I check the time and nod to Clarke. "We need to get up to the helipad" he says.

Upstairs, the helicopter lands in a flurry of hot texas dust. The door opens....

 

[horacethe3rd]

a penny for them

"What a surprise." Barely containing my spite in my voice.
"It shouldn’t be too hard to find her, Sir" crackled a reply.
"Make sure it isn’t."

A flea-infested truck stop witness to the growing storm that rages outside. Great arcs of lightning carve there way through the air the static playing havoc with communication with his team. A walk in the park they said, well if this was a walk in the park why do I feel like I have been mugged twice already?
Two waitresses working here and the grill chef sitting reading a paper by the till looking at the state of his uniform I think myself lucky I didn’t order any food. The waitresses wear the tired look of people who have been here too long. Maybe they started out as cocktail waitresses in Vegas but as the looks went downhill and the chances vanished they are left pulling the midnight shift here now.
The phone rings, "Campbell here."
"How are you going?" my lips crease upwards as the mood lightens
"Good, how are Ellen and the kids?"
"Good and yours?"
"Been a while since I saw them."
"Isn’t Trace at college with Jean?"
"Is he I don’t know."
I look out the window and wonder what it has come to, chasing rainbows across heartland USA.

 

[CiscoAncon]

Cisco

I tipped the waitress a ten spot like I always did because she always brought me my drink before I ordered it and always kept the glass full.

The girls dancing in front of me were merely eye candy as I smoked my cigarette and looked at my phone.

One the girls approaches me asking if I wanted a lap dance. I gruffly refuse but thank her for the offer. It was the same every night. I really didn't have anywhere to go or anything to do, so I came here ... waiting for my next job ... here, people pretty much left me alone ... alone to think ... alone to plan ... alone ... to make deals ... and set up jobs

I had known the bartender and the owner for a long time. Both had their histories, and somehow our histories became intertwined. The owner used to be my wife and the bartender was her new husband, or my best friend. Neither one of them had known how deep I had gotten into the goverment .. For all they knew, I was just an ex-marine now soldier of fortune.

Tonite was different tho. I had received a message that I was going to be needed, to help someone running away from the same group of people that I had run away from .... so many years from now. When I accepted the offer, I knew that this meant that I had to pack up. I let my apartment go ... took everything that I needed and put it into my Black 1969 Chevy Malibu SS ... and the rest I burned.

So, when I said I had nowhere to go ... I wasn't lying. Now, I'm sitting here waiting for the call ... the call that tells me where to go and what to do.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

I introduce myself as the two women step in cautiosly. One walks in with the determination and alertness of a hunter. The other with the hysteria of a someone who is accustomed to being hunted. both look a little too edgy to just be lost travelers. They introduce themselves as Athens and Karen. Karen looks at me like 'Im' a predator, I almost laugh at the ludicrousnes of the thought. Athens is more friendly and actually offers her hand I shake it and note that it is extremly strong. I motion them to the kitchen and offer them soup and tea, as I begin to move to get towels I notice that Karen looks at me with a look I cant place. Its either fear, recognition or both, but either way it doesnt seem positive. I pause and turn to look at Karen "Im sorry Ma'am is there something I did to make you uncomfortable?"

 

[HoneyPie]

Adam moved around fixing soup, doing this and that. He left us alone to go get towels, and I immediately turned to Saturn.
"Did you see his leg?"
She nodded. It seemed as if she didn't care.
"Did you see the cut?"
She looked at me quizzically.
"His leg has been amputated."
Saturn's face was blank.
"The cut's fairly clean, obviously a lasor knife. Which means he didn't get hurt farming his field. Farmer's wouldn't have that kind of tool. But the cut looks a little jagged, too. So, it wasn't done in a hospital. I don't think this is just a simple farmer. I wonder where--"
Adam came back into the room with the towels. I took a spoonful of the soup. Warm, tasty, a little salty.... I shrugged. I'd eat just about anything right now.
I looked up at Saturn, she was staring at Adam's leg. Adam was staring at me.
"Im sorry Ma'am is there something I did to make you uncomfortable?" he asked.
"Uhmm...no." I replied. "Not at all. Thank you for the soup."
I smiled at him sweetly. Saturn looked away from his leg before Adam noticed. She looked at me and gave a kind of shrug with her face, but I could see concern there now, too.
Well...its nice to know that there are still some things she can learn from me.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

Karen is sharper than I give her credit. She is calculating something about me, but what I cant be sure. Her smile is disarming and although I have the feeling that these two are so much more than they seem, I cant in good consience turn them out to the the storm. I serve them tea and and try to be friendly without prodding for info. Although I am curious, these two remind me of... all of a sudden a thought occurs to me. I recall where Ive seen that look before. From operatives...after they have been used. I sigh to myself and try to convince myself im just being paranoid. "I dont have much by way of clothing for women. I have several diffrent sizes of warm ups if you guys want to get showered and change. The storm will last the night so your invited to stay. I have several guest rooms upstairs if you like... I'll leave you your privacy if you prefer, just ring me if you need anything " I leave a small buzzer for them "It's kind of like those medic alert buttons...'the old Ive fallen and I cant get up' kind, but since I'm to stubborn and independent for a caretaker I dont use it."
I load up a tray for my chair and serve myself some food and tea, all the while pondering if I have to go into town for a new part to my leg, if I can repair it on my own, or if I'll have to wait for the next shipment. I finish tyding up the kitchen while they eat and prepare to take my tray .

 

[polywog]

Yuri Ivanovich Dubronov

The whine of the turbines dimmed and the door to the chopper openned. The pilot jumped out with a flourish of long black hair billowing from under her helmet. A woman! My suprise must have shown on my face. She shrugged as she threw her sun visor up revealing dark tanned skin, brown eyes, no make up. Her shapely figure was accentuated by the cinch of her belted black nylon jumpsuit. An American bald eagle was emblazonned on her ample left breast.

Raising her voice above the din, she called "Which one's Clarke?" All business, her hand struck out to shake his. When she took mine, she shook it a little longer. Grinning, she said, "Name's Jones. You're scheduled for 5 hours. What's the destination?" Her forthright manner would have been disarming but for my growing suspicion. I will have to discourage her familiarity.

Without a word, I hand her the flight plan. She gripped the map tautly, examining it while it flapped in the rotor wash then looked sidelong at me with a smirk."You know this area is restricted to authorized military traffic?"

Clarke said he'd used her company before because there were 'no questions asked'. This was unacceptable. I was about to tell her to cancel the deal when she shrugged again, turning back to her machine, "Awright, mount up."

I frowned at Clarke. Jones would have to approach at low altitude and circle the compound neatly as I scanned it with the glasses. This didn't feel right but I was curious about her in spite of my misgivings. I held one hand to my ear and drew a circle with the other to indicate Clarke should check up on our 'Cap'n Jones'. Then I set off for the chopper, watching that jumpsuit jump into the cockpit.

 

[LittleRedDevil]

I ate my food, my mind on Karen's observations. Maybe she could keep him occupied, maybe it was time to put my training to use. I pushed my plate away.

"Would you mind if I took a shower now? I'm horribly cold."

I could shower quickly and use the time to scout out the truth behind our host.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

I look to Athens drenched form as she asks about the shower and feel guilty for my paranoia. "Of course theres two showers on the first floor and one on the second. All though the one at the end of the hall is the nicest. Ill leave the warm ups by the door". I wheel my way over to one of closets to get some suitable attire for the ladies.

 

[HoneyPie]

Saturn went into one of the bathrooms to shower. I took the other, across the hall. I stared at myself in the mirror, still wet, my hair plastered against my head, my clothes pinned against my body. I slowly started peeling the wet clothes from my body, my mind drifting to Saturn, wondering how I stacked up to her, wondering if she was thinking how she stacked up to me....
Nah, she couldn't be. I mean, she is Saturn, after all....
I turned this way and that, staring at myself in the mirror. My panties and bra were soaked through, completely transparent. I looked at my body, gliding my fingers along my skin, watching my flesh sprout goose-bumps.
I looked over my shoulder, back to the door, which I hadn't quite shut all the way. Adam was there, peering inside. He was just staring in, lost in his own mind. He didn't even notice that I noticed him. I smiled and turned to face him, my hands on my hips, weight shifted to one leg.
"Do you have any more shampoo?" I asked, my finger twirling my hair. "This bathroom seems to be out."
He gawked for a short moment, then came back into reality.
"Sure," he said, "I'll go get you some."
I turned back to the mirror and smiled to myself. My fingers slid up my tummy, between my breasts, unhooked my bra clasp.
"I guess you've still got it, girl..." I winked at myself in the mirror.

 

[Inkubus]

Adam

I wheeled along listening to the storm. I heard Karen ask for shampoo and was pleasantly surprised by the view I was given. I am human after all. it took me a minute to regain my composure and drop off basic toiletries and warm ups. I headed my way downstairs to the workshop in the basement to see if I could temporarily fix my prosthetic. I wasnt all that good at driving without it and figured Id need to drive into town tomorrow to get some supplies and to get whatever these two needed to get there vehicle back in service. As I looked over the damage my mind was lost in thought for a second...I looked at the pictures on the wall, pictures of myself and my former life. Medals I'd trade for a chance to have lived a normal life. Everything happens for a purpose I suppose. I got to jury rigging the leg. The lock on the basment door to the ramp wasnt all that complicated but the passageway is well hidden and I figured I could get it fixed before they finished showering.

 

[HoneyPie]

I stood under the shower, letting the warm water caress my body, cleaning me, soothing me. I brought my hands up, gliding them over my hair, ringing it out. I turned, and saw it. Shampoo.
I frowned. Nice of Adam to bring me some, but I was kinda hoping that he'd come in and help me use it.
"I guess you haven't quite still got it all, girl." I told myself.
I picked up the bottle of shampoo. It was cold. I looked down, read the label, and shrugged.
"Well," I said to the shampoo, "looks like its just you and me."
I popped the top, let some of the clear liquid-gel run into my palm. I let some of the shampoo drizzle from one palm to the other, evening it out. And I brought my hands to my tits, pressing the cold goo to my hard nipples. The chill sent shivers down my spine.
This was going to be a nice, long shower....