The doctor slowly shook his head. ‘I am sorry James, but that is incorrect. It is actually the end of May 2013.’ He waited and watched as the fear...filled James’ eyes. James swallowed hard, ‘You have to be kidding me right? There is no way it can be 2013.’ He felt panic start to overwhelm him. He forced himself to take a deep breath. ‘Doc. Please tell me that Krys is safe.’ The doctor felt his face go blank, even knowing it wasn’t a good thing. ‘Who is Krys?’ he asked carefully avoiding turning. I pushed it with my fingers between the tender flesh of her thighs and swept it back to front of her puckering petals but made no entry to her inner flower. Once that was complete I dropped the cloth again and pushed my bare fingers as the four nestled side by side and pushed them into the inner labia with resolve to bring her joyous thunder again. She moaned as I worked within the flower and avoided her channel for now, her clit swelled up like a small textured balloon and I rubbed it. Since the facility had controlled access and widespread video surveillance, she usually just hung out near the security offices and let me have more space when I was here.“What the hell?” she said as she ran up.“Don’t worry, it looks to be some kind of malfunction. The prototype failed, and since it’s a battery, that means it exploded. It wasn’t nefarious or anything.”“Are we sure about that,” she said to Douglass.“Fairly, but like I told Caspian here, we’ll do a full diagnostics on everything. This drone, a blond haired recent graduate of the Academy in the city below The League of Heroic Endeavors, enthusiastically flew to the meeting point in one of the League's many flying cars. The drone had graduated near the top of its class, moving quickly from slave track to absolute mindless droning after a month of coursework. It existed to obey The Gentleman and serve the League in general. Dressed in blue booty shorts and a matching tank top, the colors of its Master/Mistress, the drone.