They were going to have to do this the old fashioned way. Warfaa winced every time he looked at his hastily improvised equipment lying in the enamel b...wl beside him. He cringed especially when he regarded the pair of tongs he’d liberated from the kitchen and fashioned into delivery forceps. He prayed fervently that he wouldn’t have to use them and thanked the Goddess that it didn’t seem to be a breech presentation.It was not something he was taking due notice of but the labour was taking its. He smiled and shook his head. Then he began a conversation with Sylvia. Both of them were gorgeous. Both of them were also sexually dysfunctional. I wondered if there was a correlation.Once we arrived back at the house, I gave Jerrod his communicator. The one pieced together by Peter. I demonstrated it as much as I knew about it. He was pretty familiar with cell phones so he knew how it would work."Now call me and tell me what time your shift starts. Leave that line connected, Peter did. Generally a male employee will be with us only about 7-8 years before he will want to leave. Ironically, though, oftentimes one of our employees, having left, will contact us wanting to come back again. But even if he does, hell usually become bored again rather quickly and wont stay long. All of our employees are sworn to secrecy of course, but I must confess we are constantly worried that some clown will someday tell what he knows about our operations. We take certain understandable. He stepped up onto it then sat cross legged in the center of the white sheet. Geoff stood up, his back to Jackson. He swilled the last of his drink into his mouth. He put the cup down and then slipped his pants down and stepped out of them. He walked to the door and flicked the harsh over head light off. He turned and walked back to the end of the bed. Now he went on his hands and knees and crawled up to where Jackson still sat. He pushed Jackson's shoulders back onto the pillows. He was now.