Not in front of --" The blur of your hand, followed by the sharp sound of a slap and a cutting sting on my cheek, cut my words off."Put the collar on,...slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again to the stranger. You took a step toward me, hand raising."Okay!" I said, wrapping the collar around my neck. I loose strands of my hair out from under the collar and looked up in time to feel your hand landing again on my cheek.My hand flew up and covered the red, sensitive area. "Why did you do. And I wish that could be said about all the male teachers at Central, but it can't. Ick!And then that - that - that - that asshole ... Well, I'm sorry, but that's what Freschetti is! He's always sneering that girls don't belong in the sciences. I mean, he is positively Neanderthal! It's like he never heard of Marie Curie or Lisa Meitner and the like or something!Anyway, that asshole Freschetti opens his fat mouth! What a jerk. Talk about testosterone overload! Sheesh! It served him right that. Ghr pe koi nhi tha to me dekhne lgi usme jo us ladke ki sister thi wo uske bhai k samne hi kapde badlati h or bhai ko sexy nigaho se dekhti h or bhai ko bolti h ki bhai bra ka hook ni lg rha h laga do naTo bhai usko bolta h ki ok but tumhe bhi mujhe help krni padegi ladki ne ok bola fir bhai ne bra ko dono hatho me leker gol katore uske boobs pe rakhe or halka sa daba diya ssshh ki aawaz nikli behan ke munh se fir dono hatho se hook piche lake zor se khincha kiUske boobs or tight dab gye wo. I was with Ben in the task force meeting room along with the rest of his team.“Ben, let’s go to my office for a couple minutes,” I said. I knew the NSA would be as interested as the General would be in the guests arriving at Fort Smith.When the door closed, “I have guests coming to Fort Smith Wednesday. They have appointments with the Doc. You will be able sit in and conduct your own session. These sessions may take ten days to complete,” I said.“Who are they?” General Ingram asked.“I have no.