When I move the patch of cut sod to show the door, Jessica isn't particularly impressed. Not sure what reaction I was expecting, but eh.

When I open it, she asks me about the light at the bottom.

"Oh, right. I never got that back. I have a spell that makes things light up forever.  I did that to a pebble and dropped it down so I could see how far it was."

"At least you still exercise some caution. So how did you get down?"

"Climbing spell. I didn't trust the ladder. It works on other people I touch; here…"

I cast the spell and hold the charge, reaching my hand out to Jessica. Instead of grabbing my hand like I was expecting, she steps forward and lines one of her smaller sized melons up with my hand, then steps into it, getting me groping her.

Don't get me wrong, her softness feels nice. But I'm leery of the sudden change from just yesterday when she rejected my offer in the store. Still, I do take my time to enjoy the offered feel. I am a guy, after all.

"Hmm… well, you should be able to climb much more effectively now, and can safely ignore the ladder. Here, I'll go first…"

I suit actions to words and climb down, gripping the concrete easily as I go.  Jessica follows, doing the same. At the bottom, she picks up the lit pebble, and stares at it in her hand.

"And you can do this how often?"

"As often as I like, now. Why do you ask?"

 "This rock has no discernable power source, but is giving off energy. And you tell me it'll keep going forever. Do you understand just how big this is?"

"Clearly not. Mind spelling it out?"

"OK, so… you've heard about the law of conservation?"

Maybe I'm a little dense, "Thermodynamics. Energy can't be created or destroyed."

"And light is energy. So where is the light coming from?"

That gives me pause. Where is my energy coming from? I don't eat or drink, yet this body produces milk by the gallon. That's a pretty significant violation right there, and I've been doing it since level one.

"Well… I have been going with, 'It's magic,' and not thinking about it too much."

"I expect there's more to it. Mind if I give this to a physics professor I know? I'm really curious what she'll make of it."

"Yeah, sure. But if there's money to be made off any discoveries, I want a cut, all right?"

"I can agree to that. I'll even get it in writing from the professor. For that matter, she'll want more samples at some point, and I expect she'll pay for them."

"No problem. They're just a bit of time on my part. But, ah… aren't you feeling a little crowded here?"

We're both standing at the bottom of the ladder, as we've been talking rather than opening the door. There's really not room for two, so her chest is smooshed up into my body's much larger double cleavage at the moment. Not that I'm complaining about a pretty girl being pressed up against me, mind, even if her chest is a bit on the small side. Feels nice. Really nice. If I still had my meat rod, it would be tenting the skirt I'm wearing.

"Oh… I could stay here longer… but I am curious what's inside. Mind opening the door?"

I do (it opens away from us, fortunately), and I find the hallway has lights, which are now lit up. I knew that, having come back this route before, but I hadn't taken the time to appreciate it due to being in a hurry.  Those must be some good bulbs to still be viable after decades.

At the end of the hallway is of course the door I didn't get open. And Jessica spots why:

"They welded this one shut too, I see. How'd you get in?"

Looking, I see what she means. Those aren't just spot welds - they have an entire line of solder going all around the door. No wonder it didn't open. These folks seriously didn't want people getting exposed. Good for them.  Didn't stop me, though.

"Magic," I tell her as I cast Invisibility on the door, making it seem to vanish.

She reaches past me and touches it, her chest rubbing against my body's big bouncing bags as she does.

"It's still there. I just can't see it."

"Yeah. I'll Teleport you past it, but I need to see where I'm sending someone with this spell. Here…" I'm already in contact with her, but I use my hand anyway; based on her earlier choice of contact point for Spider Climb, I grab one of her rear cheeks for the purpose of applying Dimension Hop.  She's quite firm back there.  I then follow the same way.

This room is also lit now, and when she sees the statue, Jessica scoffs, "Seriously? Who thought that was a good idea?" Her cheeks are turning red, though, and I notice she doesn't exactly look away.

"No idea," I reply, "But the security room is this way."

"We can start the tour there, sure."

As I open the door to the barracks, Jessica sniffs, "What’s up with the faint ozone smell?"

"Is that what that is? It's apparently from the reactor meltdown. It's a lot better now that the air is moving again and I sealed up the engineering section. I doubt I need to tell you not to visit engineering. The security room is where we're headed."

She sees the sign, and leads the way herself, flipping on the screens I had turned off when we arrive, "Definitely old hardware," is her main comment. She stares for a while when she sees her bathtub on camera.

"Yeah, that's why I felt I needed to bring you down here. I can turn off the screens, but actually getting rid of the cameras, well…."

"Yeah. I'll want to get rid of the inside ones, but I think I'll want to upgrade the exterior ones, the screens down here, and maybe modernize the recorder as well. HD analog cameras are fairly inexpensive, and should be compatible with the wiring and power. A few modern HD DVRs and some flat-screens and this place will serve an actual purpose."

She spots an old rotary phone, and muses, "Think that still works?"

"Easy to check…"

I pick it up, but instead of hearing a dial tone, I hear a ring, which is almost immediately answered, "This is Control. What do you need… Bungalow 13?! You guys had a nuclear meltdown like fifty years ago. How are you still in service?! WHO IS THIS?!"

I cast (and use) Divine Insight to go with Divine Providence and a Mythic Surge to give him my very best Bluff as I say, "No, this is Bungalow 31. We had some minor electronics failures and are simply testing repairs. Thank you for letting me know we're not quite done, you don't need to do anything, I'll get back to work."

I then hang up.  If I had a pulse, it'd be pounding. No, I do NOT want scary government agents knocking on my door, thank you very much.

Well, Jessica's door. Still.

"Yes, it works. Doesn't dial, just goes straight to Control, apparently. Hopefully that cockamanie story about testing a repair will make them not knock on your door."

"And if someone does, I can honestly tell them this place is still welded shut."

"Yes.  I don't plan to change that. Makes me really hard to follow down here. So, shall I show you around?"

We don't spend much time in the barracks, but Jessica does grab some fresh fruits and veggies from the farm, and of course…

"This suite is bigger than my house. I guess they really were planning on hosting the president here at some point, at least potentially."

She leans in close and whispers in my ear, "Want to find out what the president's bed feels like?"

OK, I have to ask, "While I absolutely want to throw down with you… what changed since yesterday?" I say this as I'm tugging on her shirt. I do want this, after all.

"A few things," Jessica gets my shirt off easily, and slips a hand under my skirt, stroking my body's lower lips. It's heavenly, "First, my appointment tonight is at a strip club, so I can use the release to not be as distracted." I manage to get her blouse undone, and start fumbling with her bra's clasp, "Second, you got hotter, somehow." I did get another eight points of Charisma from the Mythic boosts, which is the difference between average and supermodel… and I was already above what's normally possible, as that ranges from three to eighteen, and I was already at 23 Charisma before the increase. While still keeping one hand stroking my body's lower lips, Jessica manages to unwrap the infant carrier keeping my body's big busts from bouncing badly as she keeps going, "And third," I finally manage her bra, showing her girls in their glory, up close and personal this time, "Well… enough talking for now."

I let her push me back onto the bed, where she promptly yanks my skirt off. My body now exposed except for the feet, I look at her through the dual canyons that are my body's cleavage, and gasp as she dives into my body's hairless mound, licking it. I thought her touch was heavenly before… in less than a minute, I'm thrashing around in the bed, my body's legs clenching tightly to her temples as she laps up my body's nectar.

Coming down from that wave, I'm a little delirious as I hear, "We're just getting started," as she crawls up from between my body's legs, rubbing her own crotch on my body's leg to warm herself up as she tackles the lower-left mammary hanging from my body's chest with her tongue, circling around the tap while she hefts the mound of jiggling jello with her hands. Still grinding herself on my body's leg, she reaches one hand down to slide a finger into my body's baby oven as she starts nursing in earnest, using her other hand to massage my body's massive melons. She triggers an earthquake in my body's middle, and her head is forcibly separate from my body's chest as a fountain of milk pushes her away. I see her visibly swallow as she migrates to the lower right to begin anew.  

She repeats the show three more times, once for each of the massive milk bags on my body's chest, but doesn’t swallow on the last.  Instead she kisses me, and when I open my body's mouth to receive her tongue, she spits the milk into my body's mouth. I swallow, and she says, "Good girl."

She keeps going up, until my body's face is at her slit, which is by now wet, open, and inviting. I take the hint, and stick my body's extra long tongue into her lower mouth, swirling it around and tasting of all her insides until she too spasms.

I'm sorry Mr. President, but we ruined your bed.