Tamara’s vision was filled by Michaelson’s hairy chest now. She was naked down to her black silk bra and panties. Her body, when Grids could catch a glimpse of it, was fantastic. Abdomen, arms, back, and legs cut with muscles hard as stone. Michaelson’s, by contrast, was soft and pliable. She kissed one of his nipples, then the other, working her way down.