Whatever the lights were, they caused her crotch to glow more brightly as the Satyr continued his breast massage. This is your night, Matthew. Surely there was a battery system and LEDs buried inside that flaming pussy toupee. “You look like you could use a little help,” it said kindly. He had pulled the covers from the mattress with one sweep of his hands and pushed her back onto the bed. It wasn’t nearly as long as it had been last night and it was no longer red. Her costume itself was both extremely sexy and extremely modest– for a modern Halloween costume. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. After 245 years, it was time for its seventh and final renewal… The balance springs were what acted in the place of a pendulum for these clocks and if they were damaged, the chronometer was useless.
