The more violent and painful, the more she seemed to relish it. Jamal had been impressed by her talents. And she considered herself a craftsman in the...art of inflicting pain.Halfway down the darkened corridor, a booby trap, of sorts, waited for the unsuspecting Patty. 2 spear guns were loaded and carefully aimed to strike whomever crossed into their line of fire at midriff level -- one sat to the right, the other on the left. The resulting effect would be to impale the target with crisscrossing. 'I want you again too. Do you want to have sex again?' I whispered softly into her ear. 'Yes', she moaned, putting her hands on my ass. It was so easy, all I had to do was push into her, but I wanted to make it last a little longer this time. Her electric toothbrush was still sitting on her dresser, so I took it and placed it on her clitoris, doing very slowly so she would know what I was about to do, and hopefully wetten her cunt her a little more. 'Turn it on', she groaned, her back arching. Iremember how you were obviously different from all the other boys,how you endeared yourself to me forever simply because you knewabout different hair styles -- you knew whose hair was layered, orshagged, or bouffant, and so on. Only women see such things -- menappreciate the result but not the art, unless they want to behairdressers. But you cared. You knew the styles and their namesand their effects on how a girl looks wearing each, and yet youwere a young financial wizard, no way a. "Are you their queen then?" She asked. "Why do you speak to us if you won't bring down the wall?" The queen? Hmm I like the sound of that, but no, I'm afraid not. It's a long story, but you can think of me as the mind inside of the Orbital. You can call me Blue." What is an Orbital? The Exiles' moon?" Probably. But anyways, enough chit-chat, I've got some impatient people on my side of the shield that would like me to tell you something they find very important."Tes folded her arms in front of.