The cops usually take psychopaths down. They’re the madmen and madwomen capable of flying a helicopter into a mountain to prove a point. They attach...themselves to certain causes. Or they stalk people and kill them for fun. Sociopaths are different. We don’t believe in anything. We don’t feel emotions. We see right through ordinary humans, the weakest beings in the universe, and the slightly stronger psychopaths, who are also vulnerable to our powers. We talk the talk. We walk the walk. And. It was about an hour drive and I had to sit throught the usual chatty BS while I drove. I zoned out because I dont really care about handbags or purses or Daughtry's new cd. So we finally get there and start to walk around. I guess most of the a****ls were up and moving around due to the weather, quite a change from seeing them just laying there in the summer. It was a normal trip until we got to the horses. Apparentley Peggy noticed one of the horses had a boner. her and my wife stood there. I stepped back, my body glistening.Very nice. You look positively delightful. Grab your breasts.I slid my hands over my breasts, feeling my nipples harden again. "Mmm..."Not like that. Now listen very carefully. From now on, your hands are my hands. When I tell you to touch yourself, I want you to picture my hands doing the touching, do you understand?I nodded. "Yes..."Good. Put some more oil in your hands.I picked up the oil and spread it over my hands, entranced, watching the message on the. . Too much attitude''I'm sure my Cabin Boy will make her behave. And Lisa?''She's good. No problems from her. Sound she is''Excellent. We must catch up when we return. My treat in town''Looking forward to it', Penny told her and the Captain turned to me.'Get your stuff packed and get it on the ship. Then help load the supplies from the train that is the station. We sail at noon'.'Yes Captain', I told her and ran up the two flights of stairs to my room, picked up my packed bag and was dumping it.