I push him back and step out of my shoes, and he follows suit. I bend to peel off my leggings and kick them to the side he pulls me up straight, but i... is I who press him to the wall this time, my hands roughly running through his still damp hair, lips fused together again. His hands go to my bottom, pulling my short skirt up to my waist and sliding down under my panties, pulling them down as far as he can without bending, then using his foot to get them to the floor where I can step out of. I was warm, at least, though the sounds of medical equipment echoed wherever we were. My eye lids were too heavy to lift and the sound kept doing that Doppler shift that made it seem at first like everything was near me and then receding rapidly. It didn't seem to matter much to me that I was sure I was not in a hospital or that I did not know who it was that saved me from the ambush. All that kept going through my head was that I was probably going to miss my meeting with Detective Reynolds.". "Sian," she said, "it's good to see you again." You, too, Kamala!" I replied, this being a little ritual greeting wewent through after every changeover. "You heading home now?" Damn right I am," she said, tossing that long, thick dark hair of hersand setting her hoop earrings dancing. "We're not needed until thisevening so mama's got a date with her favourite vibrator. I supposeyou'll be heading home to get it on with that handsome boy friend ofyours." Of course I am. You should get yourself. Obviously you're a man, and living with three girls, there may be some... Temptations," she let the word flow from her lips as she pulled a cock cage from her pocket, "and it's not that I don't trust you, it's your little thing I don't trust." She smiled as she said this."If you're going to be living here, you're going to need to wear this," she tossed it to him and he inspected it. It looked like a metal cage. 'Fuck,' Pete thought. Violet continued talking, "Before you start panicking, don't.