Larry walked up to the platform and opened one side of the rail outward. He motioned Rachel and Beth onto the platform. He followed the women, closing...the rail after. As soon as the rail clicked closed the platform began to descend. Beth whispered, “Fuck. I’ve worked out here for six years now and I never knew you had a basement in the laboratory. What do you have down here anyway Larry?”“This is where Lander stays Beth. I told you I would introduce you to him.”Beth turned slightly and caught. She seemed engrossed in the film but to my surprise she opened her legs allowing me to get to the top. I gasped, she chuckled quietly; the randy bitch had no panties on.What had been intended as a casual grope had now given me a raging hard on and it was trapped in my trousers. Her eyes still fixed on the screen, her hand came across and rested on my bulge; that did it, I could feel the precum seeping and my little finger against her pussy was getting moist. There was no one sitting near enough. “I’m sorry,” Iris repressed the urge to laugh. “I didn’t mean to make you nut. At least, not yet anyway. Don’t be angry?”“Angry, I’m angry, alright, at me. I’m like a fifteen-year-old.”Taking him by the arm, Iris led him to her apartment, all the while trying to make him relax, to give himself over to the sensations. Cliff stumbled as his head spun, leaning into Iris for support. Pushing back from her, he steadied himself, tried to think, but his mind refused clear. A thick fog encased his. His father was the one who assisted in the delivery. Stan and Jessica were talking to him for the last few days and showing him the ropes. Though we were up late, we trouped down to the Union Station and boarded the train. The red carpet had been rolled out for us because of the president's orders. Getting two extra cars attached to the train was something odd.We did not know for sure but it was logical that Pat would fly. To compensate us, we had our weapons. There was not much we could do on.