Spaced…
Woke up hungover howling alarm already weakening as the thinning air precipitated mist swirling out of the shattered floor-to-ceiling plasport of the honeymoon suite ears popping eyes bugging she’s standing at the foot of the bed still in that virginal lace getup that pushed all my buttons except she has an emergency suit helmet on a smoking large bore in one hand and the other helmet in the other and she shoves the whole shebang out the plasport as the last whisps of air flutter the lace around her thighs and leave my lungs as she turns around to look me in the eye and smiles the smile of a trophy wife…

I hate waking up and not being able to breathe for an agonizing heartbeat or two.
Comment by schuey — February 13, 2006 at 7:51
NOOOOOOOOOOO raytracing is back !!!!!!!!!!!!
Comment by Le Serpent — February 13, 2006 at 11:22
Grégoire says:
c’est de toi, la meuf?
Mathieu says:
well, the model isn’t mine, but the lighting and the pose is, yeah
Grégoire says:
ic
Grégoire says:
she’s cute
Mathieu says:
oh, and I made her a redhead
Mathieu says:
just seemed natural, with that skin
Grégoire says:
looks good
Mathieu says:
thank you
Mathieu says:
feel free to say so in a comment