Anderson devoured the woman, causing her to writhe on the bed. Kitty looked back at the headphones when she noticed how much the woman appeared to be ...rying out. She slipped off the bed again, and picked up the headphones. The redhead was indeed moaning and yelping up a storm, but Kitty could still hear the sound of Mr. Anderson’s tongue. A bonfire of need surged in Kitty, and she climbed up onto the bed. Mr. Anderson wouldn’t be home for hours, and she couldn’t ignore how hot seeing him lick. Her eyes started to flutter open."Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here and where is my space ship? What happened to my uniform?"Roy held up his hand, "Wait a minute one question at a time." What is this place? I have seen places like this in books. People lived in houses like this in the old time."She was getting on his nerves. She had a condescending tone to her voice."You are in the year 2002. You have been brought here by-I don't know what brought you here. Anyway, the story. The President wants more brain research, and the military and CIA are always interested in mind control and illegal bioweapons, for defense only, of course. How could I tap into that government money? I'm not a famous neuroscientist, and I don't have access to sophisticated equipment, like MRI and brain scans. If I wanted a big research grant, I would need to think ?outside the box?, as they say, and use stuff already on hand. I had our cat house, cats our pre-med students use in labs to study. " Then," Peggy suggested, "Why don't you and Randy come over this Friday evening. I told Edwin last night about meeting the beautiful blonde haired English Teacher, so he's dying to meet you."Hey, It might be fun," Peggy laughed, " I could borrow Randy to work on my Math Program, and you and Edwin could make coffee in the kitchen or something," then she added with a tart little comment, "I should warn you, if Randy is as good as you say, I just may not want to give him back." Now at ease with.