I tried to think back through my life to times where I was sick, and nothing came to mind. The more I thought about it, the more I realised that I’d...never been sick in my life - not flu, not injured, not even a hangover after a heavy night partying. Maybe I really did have this ability naturally, and I’d never really noticed it. I just put it down to good fortune and healthy living.So, why does someone want me dead? If it was an experiment gone awry, then I’d imagine they’d want to kill me to. “Hold it, don’t let go,” I told Faye, and she grabbed it in her big, strong hands and held it there while Alice thrashed around.I had to take one more raking from Alice’s right hand before I could grab it and pass it to Faye for safekeeping. I was never more pleased about Faye’s magnificent shoulders and strong arms. She’s heavier than Alice too, and Alice, to her fury apparently, could make no impression on Faye’s grip.I slid my own arms under Alice’s legs and forced them up and over, then. As I had announced by arrival, this was certainly not a surprise encounter for Mandy and she made no effort to conceal her nakedness. She stood there and kept brushing her hair making casual conversation with me, as if this was routine. I suppose, I would not have been so taken off guard, if she had a reaction similar to mine. We were all comfortable with our casual and often times limited attire, and although we taught them that the human body was beautiful and nudity was nothing to be ashamed. Ian got out two pairs of hand cuffs and laid them on the bed. Not the kind that you would buy in a sex shop, but his actual hand cuffs that he uses for work. Seeing this made Hannah so wet. Once Hannah was naked and posed on the bed, Ian ripped off his shirt in front of her and grabbed the hand cuffs again. ‘Hannah Johnson… you are under arrest.’ He sternly said as he cuffed her to the bed. ‘Prepare to be treated like the dirty whore you are.’ He seductively whispered in her ear. Gina walked.