For once Helen moved away, her hand reached between her parted legs and began to rub herself in a lascivious manner.Because I was watching this at fir...t I didn’t notice that two figures had come forward carrying a slight, still figure. At Zeeman’s direction they placed it on the higher slab and when they did I saw a small, pale arm slip over the side. I could see no more as the celebrants thronged around the slab as Helen began to lead the crowd in chanting terrible words, the only ones I could. I fondled it, trying to imagine what it would feel like, losing myself in my thoughts. "If you like that, you can have it," Tyler said. "In fact, you can have the whole box." I almost died of embarrassment! "Oh, no," I said. "I've never...I mean...not that it's any of your business..." He clapped his hands together and laughed. "You're right. It's none of my business. Let me put this stuff away." But he didn't put it all away. He took out the anal trainer kit and the three-tiered plug and left. It was insured and I filed a claim with the underwriter which brought a horde of investigators down on us, adding to the chaos of the city Police and my own security force. Something didn't sit well with me as I contemplated the theft. A couple of things didn't add up. Security measures that were secret, and rather advanced had been overcome as well as the rudimentary features that one would expect when securing a house and garage. Even a GPS Tracking device that I installed a week earlier was. They have some weird bats at this place, most of which look and feel at least fifteen years old - heavy, dense, slow, with sweet spots that twang the batter's hands just like the rest of the barrel. There must have been a time when batters could feel when they'd hit the sweet spot on these bats, because it hurt just a tiny bit less. I slid the latch up on the door to the black iron cage, pushed it open, and deposited a token into the machine. I gripped the bat's handle tightly and dug my shoes.