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As I said, I sit away from the regulars, who tend to congregate nearer the further end, closer to the dirt parking lot everyone uses. I sit either in my own folding chair that I brought, or on some abandoned bleachers on the south side near the east end among people more like me.

Now out of nowhere here comes this flawless powder blue 2002 Porsche 911 coasting along in neutral slowly down the middle of The Highway. I couldn't see anyone inside driving her — a car like this has to be a Her — and couldn't hear her engine running.

Now one thing I do know about Porsches is that it's a Pour-shah, and not Pour-shhh. That already puts me ahead of ninety percent of California. I know a few other things as well.

As my dream car — and this is my dream car — continued rolling slowly down the center of The Highway, I was already taking notes. Definitely a 2002 model. Hard to tell model years apart, but when you've looked at as many pictures as I have...

And she was clearly un-powered coasting, incrementally slowing down every second that elapsed. My mind kept adding up the figures, and arriving at the same answer over and over again, no matter how impossible that answer seemed.

Or was it that impossible?

You hang around The Highway very long and you'll hear all the popular stories. How there are many invisible gates at each end of our segment, and how you have to go through the right one at the right moment if you ever hope to get to your destination. Clearly they switch around based on some schedule known only to the Zansasi. But they seem to go through a limited number of permutations. What was nearby before is often nearby again.

As my dream car slowed down even more, right on target to coast to a stop dead in front of me, I was thinking of one of the most widely known stories about The Highway.

Three segments away, a segment being the stretch of The Highway in any individual Place, is one place completely dedicated to the fine art of the practical joke.

Now I'm not talking about any ordinary office joke, like putting a piece of clear tape over the ball of someone's computer mouse and watching them try to diagnose why it has suddenly quit working. Or itching powder or Liquid Heat in one's bra or jockstrap. I'm talking high class efforts where cost is no object.

And cost literally is no object with these people. Give them a grand enough idea, one that fires their imagination, and you can get their whole world involved. Another nearby world a lot like my own found this out when they celebrated the seventy-fifth anniversary of a famous extra terrestrial invasion radio broadcast — and found themselves facing what appeared to all intents and purposes that actual invasion. Only when the aliens exited their fearsome war machines was it discovered that they were constructed of animated marshmallows. It was said that you could hear the laughter from that one a dozen segments away.

And it's quite a popular destination for creative types here. They go and make their pitches, hoping to see the results land on some hapless persons back home.

So this might all be an elaborate joke. Some wit traveled up there, told them about this new animated movie, and they made an exact duplicate of its most interesting character into this world's equivalent. Then they gave her just enough shove to coast through the intervening segments and end up here, just waiting for a fool to bite.

As her wheels made their last revolution before coming to stop directly in front of me, I was busy trying to look out of the corner of my eyes to see just who was paying a bit too much attention to this little drama. A joke is no good if you don't witness the results firsthand.

Normally I'm pretty good at spotting this kind of thing. My friends tell me they've envious of my ability to pick out the single piece that doesn't belong. It goes without saying I do very well on those tests with all the funny shapes.

But try as hard as I could, I couldn't spot anyone who wasn't exactly like me — all of us seeing this for the first time, and all equally puzzled.

It must have been three minutes that no one made a move. Maybe they thought this was mine because I was closest. I knew better, but they might not. During that time the car just sat there, seductively giving a powerful come-on merely by its presence.

The tension caused by this beautiful machine doing absolutely nothing wound up so tightly that you could cut it with a knife. Eventually it would do something, or one of us would.

Finally, just as I saw someone a few dozen feet down tensing to get up, I moved first — standing up, and claiming ownership by the act of taking the first step towards her.

I did my best to make it all look oh so casual. A slow walk that was somewhere between a saunter and a stroll, that froze everyone else in their place.

It's supposed to be a big event to step out onto The Highway. Although we crowd up as close as we can get for the best views, the reluctance to actually put a foot on it is strong. Not that it's posted, fenced, barred from entry, or even separated from the rest of the land by so much as an inch deep crevice. It's just that it's — otherworldly. It's too easy to believe it's all an illusion, and the moment you step onto it you'll fall down through the image to some deep, dark, bottomless place that nobody wants to go.

But it was holding up a three thousand pound car, and it held me up equally as well.

I made a slow circuit of this little beauty. There were a few things I wanted to check out. Details that had to be there, or all this would quickly be proven a fraud.

Peering through the driver's-side window showed me that her interior was as flawless as her exterior. No wear at all, as if right off the showroom floor. The window was rolled up so I couldn't tell if her perfume was the fabled New Car Smell, but I was betting that it was.

She was also so clean on the outside that she could have been manufactured five minutes ago. Maybe she had been.

Not wanting to blow my fantasy out of the water too quickly, I want around the front first, finding nothing out of place. Definitely one of Deutschland's finest ambassadors. (I believe in calling a country by what the people themselves want to call it.)

As slowly as I tried to walk, looking without touching at every detail — including the ignition key hanging invitingly in the ignition lock, with a feminine pink tassel hanging below it along with the wireless remote — I finally got around to the rear.

Without realizing it I had been holding my breath until I saw the two things I needed to see. There was the correct license plate: California 310 PCE. And just above it was the swirl of a small pinstripe tatt!

I finally reached out and brushed my fingers over her body. It was solid, resilient metal, yet also warm, probably from the heat of the afternoon sun. She was no illusion. However this car got here, she was sure the real deal. Everything exactly where it should be. As to what that meant, however, I didn't have a clue.

I looked around, wanting to see who was going to come claim this gorgeous machine. She sure wasn't mine. There was no "TO MIKE" sticker on her. But no one else had made a move. And more surprisingly, there was no laughter. Some joke this was.

I tried the driver's door handle. It was unlocked. I quickly shut the door again.

"What's taking you so long?" called a voice from alongside The Highway. One I recognized it as coming from the man who'd been about to get up when I'd moved first.

I shrugged my shoulders and held out my hands as if to say, what do you expect from me.

"Yours?" I queried.

"No," came back the honest reply.

I turned back to the car, realizing I still had my hand on the driver's door handle. My hand knew better than I was ready to admit yet. That I didn't want to let go of this baby.

But I was still in no position to take — steal — what was obviously not mine. I wanted her badly, but not that badly.

I was about to forcefully remove my hand and return to my seat, letting nature take its course, when I saw something at the far end of the segment — which isn't that far away — that completely changed my mind.

The closest I can come to describing this behemoth is that it's that big thing from the first Star Wars movie that the Jawas drove across the desert in. This thing had to be ten stories tall, half the width of the Highway segment itself, and it was lurching directly down towards me and this defenseless little Porsche. It would crush her like a bug, provided it didn't steal her like a 'bot first.

For a moment, embarrassingly, I froze. I couldn't take my eyes off of the approaching mass any more than I could let go of the door handle. It rumbled closer every second, seemingly growing even taller as it approached.

"GET OUT OF THERE!" the man shouted at me.

But rather than dive off The Highway to safety, I yanked the door open and threw myself into the driver's seat.

With no time for seatbelts, I shoved in the clutch as I was turning the ignition key. By now there wouldn't be time to get back out again to safety even if I tried.

Fortunately the engine caught immediately, responding with a silky smooth roar that was better mannered than any engine has a right to be.

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Hi ISS readers, life, I was never the same again, after so many strange encounters. Although things came back to normal, Rohit my brother-in-law cum pimp also stopped bothering me, but now I always felt emptiness in my life. My hubby didn’t change, and he kept on going for his long tours. I was forced to look around for fun. After my rough night out with Negroes (details in an earlier story), my hubby questioned me about all the redness over my tits and butts. They had squeezed and pinched me...

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Highway Slut

Donna had dinner with friends.  Her best friend had told her about some website she had found.  She said it was a hook-up site.  Donna and the other women giggled, but were quite intrigued.  Their friend told them that she created a profile and had talked to a few different men. She had arranged to meet one of the men she had talked to. She told her friends that the man she met was much younger than her.  She was living the dream about being a cougar.  She went on to explain that they met at a...

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Highway To Heaven

How many times have you been in public and a woman doing nothing but being herself has made your dick rise up? That woman In the grocery store produce section Innocently handling fruit? The casual touch of manicured fIngernails on your palm as that bank teller hands you your cash? Or the lady workIng the cosmetic counter at the mall walkIng to the food court hiding her busty frame behind a white smock? all these Instances and more are enough to set most into satisfying minutes of...

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The Hot Springs Incest Diaries Part Two

SIDE NOTE , IF YOU'RE UP HERE TO COMMENT FOR ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF "Incest Diaries" THEN COMMENT BELOW. Thank You & Enjoy. Hot Springs- Chapter One kimono: formal Japanese dress -sama: title meant to show respect to the receiver hakama: formal divided skirt for Japanese men Glancing up at the noon sky, Rin took in a large gulp of air as the scent of spring's cherry blossoms gently drifted to her. The breeze was strong that day, and it blew her long, silky black hair around...

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Joan goes to Palm Springs part 1

After the wild time we had at Joan's reunion we settled down to our home life. When we had sex we would relive all our sex games. The beginning with Joan dancing naked in a pool with a friend of ours, the trips to New Orleans, San Diego, all of them fodder for our fantasies. I was very busy at my consulting work. I got a phone call asking me to speak at a conference about Quality Systems. The conference was in Palm Springs California which is near Los Angeles, in the desert. I booked us into an...

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Palm Springs Weekend

It had been a long, tough month at work; but the deal was finally closed and the contract signed. I needed some R&R, so to celebrate my success; I'd gotten away on an early Friday flight for a long weekend in Palm Springs. It was in the low 90's when I arrived. Just what I needed. I picked up the Lincoln I'd reserved and drove to the Motel. I registered and dumped my bags in the suite I'd booked and then headed for Indian Wells. There was plenty of time to get in 9 holes of golf after which...

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Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...

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Highway In Heels

Highway in Heels By Sabrina G. Langton This story is autobiographical. When I was 20 years old I used to drive a van for my parents from Brooklyn to Tarrytown New York once a week to drop off merchandise for retail shops in the area. I always had a full van on the way up, but on the way down the van was almost empty. It was the summer of 1985 and I was given twenty to forty dollars to make the drive. I did this for the entire summer while I was home from college. I was a...

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Part 44 Queen of the Highway

Of the Adventures of John and Holly Part 44: Queen of the Highway “I can hardly believe this” I said. “I know it’s so weird.” Holly said. We both stood in the living room, blue gowns hanging down to the floor. “How did all this time pass” I said “It seems like high school was a year ago.” I stared at Holly in her gown. I was amazed at how she looked. I was just amazed at her, what she was, what she meant to me, and I to her, and how she would feel in a few hours. I imagined her face...

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Lonely Stretch of Highway

He could feel the wind wrapping itself around his body as he cruised his motorcycle down the lonely stretch of highway. He could see the sun setting in the horizon and knew he found a place where he wanted to be. The motorcycle was something he had been hoping to own someday, he just didn’t realize someday would become today. He looked down to see how fast his bike was traveling and when he glanced up again, he almost didn’t see her parked along side of the road with her hood popped on her...

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Highway Memories

As she drives down the highway, her mind wanders to the last time that she and her lover were together. She could still feel the first embrace of his arms, the first kiss on her lips, and the smell of him after being apart for so long. Oh how she missed him during those weeks that they could not be together. How she longed to be with him, if even for a few brief moments, but she knew the reasons why they could not be together and accepted them no matter how much it hurt her heart. She could...

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Highway Game Turns Erotic

It was a beautiful fall afternoon. I was headed back home after being out of town all day long. My drive down the interstate started out innocently enough, but little did I know that before I got off the interstate I would make three men cum. I have always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I have always wore my shorts a little too short, my jeans a little too tight, my skirts a little too short, and my swimsuits a little too revealing. Many times I do not wear a bra when I go out, and for the...

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Highway Patrol

My job as a state trooper has its occasional benefits.I’ve been a Florida Highway Patrol officer for about ten years. I used to patrol the I-4 corridor, I-95, and the Florida Turnpike in central Florida. But since I am single and they needed more surveillance in south Florida, I agreed to transfer down there.Right away I was assigned to patrol I-75 between Naples on the west coast and Fort Lauderdale on the east coast. I-75 is also known as “Alligator Alley” and the “Everglades Parkway.” It...

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Blythes Machine Chapter 2

Jack and Susan were still gawking at the airships like tourists when a van came around the corner of the road, a side door opened and four men got out, grabbed and hooded them, bundled them into the van, and drove away. "Okay, check their tattoos!" a gruff, commanding voice said and both Jack and Susan's sleeves were raised up and their arms were twisted around by unseen, but strong, hands. "Nothing, Herr Direktor," A man replied "NOTHING? You mean they've been removed?" The senior...

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Hope Springs Eternal

Disclaimer: The story Hope Springs Eternal is a work of fiction as are the characters. Any semblance to persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. Hope Springs Eternal Nobody in this world is perfect, least of all, me. I have done things in the past I should not have done and done things I regret. If I could go back in time, there are things I would have done differently. I am a non-judgemental person and I wonder how people will judge me as I tell a portion of my life. When I...

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Love and Lust on the Alcan Highway Chapter 2

It was almost eight hours later that my body responded to the need to relieve my aching bladder. The call made me very aware that I’d better answer it in one hell of a hurry. The warm body sleeping on my chest had me reluctant to even think about moving. I slowly and carefully extracted myself from under Linda’s warmth, not wanting to disturb her slumber. It was dark outside, which indicated that it was somewhere between 1:30 and 3:00 in the morning. If I got my ass in gear, we’d be in...

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Love on the HighwayChapter 3

Just after noon, I rolled out of the Whitehorse yard on my way south to Seattle. The two trailers I was pulling felt light compared to the ones I usually had, and that promised to make for an easy trip. A quicker trip meant that I'd be back in Whitehorse, and in Linda's arms that much sooner. Linda Coulter. Somehow, this young woman had managed to sneak past all the barriers and safe-guards that I'd ever put up to keep my heart from being trampled on. A part of this realization scared me,...

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Wrong stop in the Highway

Wrong stop in the highwayMy husband Victor and I moved to the west coast and lived there many years.In one occasion, Victor went abroad for one week and I had plenty free time to pay a visit to old friends living about four hundred miles from our home town.I spent three nice days with these guys and then came back home.Still I was expecting to be alone during another two days, but I wanted really to be at home as soon as I could; so, I tried to drive back during the night in a fast highway.It...

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Hot Springs

In my late 20s I learned about clothing optional hot springs. At first I was really nervous about being naked but after a few times it just felt like how things should be. Of course being naked led to some adventures and I'd like to recall a few of those.Deep Creek Hot SpringsDeep Creek was the first hot spring I visited. There is a hike involved which helps keep it from being too crowded. The setting is by a creek so even on warm days it can be fun.--It was fall and I made it down to the hot...

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