Then he heard a strange rustling which became a steady hum. It was coming from above. His mouth parted in astonishment as he gazed skyward and saw a s...range glowing saucer descending. It landed in front of him. He rubbed his face momentarily to wake himself and make sure what he was seeing was not a dream. It was not.The first David Vincent saw of the vehicle's occupants was a shiny black high heel and a smooth shapely leg in a dark stocking. Figures descended from the craft, stepping carefully. That was all. I don't like being ignored. It's just not nice. Dean pulled my other foot to the opposite bedpost, tying it and spreading my legs wide apart. "Please, Sir... Dean, I'm sorry... Please..." "Dominique. You may not speak." Oh, God. I nodded and closed my eyes, composing myself and wondering what was going to happen. I heard Dean withdrawing his thick black leather belt from his jeans. Stretching to see over my shoulder again, he sneered at me as he wound the buckle into his hand. I. He lunged at me again. I grabbed his left hand with my left hand, and let his momentum carry his body past me and force the arm around his back and into a bent-arm come along. I took out my knife with my right hand and put it across the front of his throat.“I need you to understand something,” I said to him, “I am not trying to hurt you; I am, in fact, trying not to hurt you. Do you know how much it would affect me to slit your throat with this knife?”He shook his head very slightly.“Not at. "I'm just trying to be friendly Miss Jenny no need to snap at me like that". He seemed to be lingering in her office longer than was needed he should have dumped the trash from her baskets and left. "I just want to finish my work and go home I'm too tired to make small talk, now can you just take my trash and get the fuck out of my office please"? He dumped the trash in his garbage cart sitting outside her office and brought the basket back in and placed it next to her desk. He then stood at.