The plate was featureless, except that there were two large depressions the perfect size to receive her breasts. The machine forced her into place per...ectly, her torso flat against the cold steel. As soon as she was in place, she felt the machine draw a vacuum around her breasts, creating a bizarre pressure as her flesh was pulled from all directions. At the same time, she felt her legs being parted and something made contact with her pussy. It moved up and down briefly and then settled right. It was behind Ann, under a rocky overhang. When I saw it begin to strike, I automatically palmed my gun, and fired. I guess I had been paying attention during those lessons. I led it just a hair, and practically blew its head off. Before Ann could react to the sound, the danger had passed.Ann just looked at the snake, and then at me, as I replaced the spent shell. She waited until I holstered the gun and put the brass in my pocket. She then launched herself into my arms and laid a three-alarm. "Why don't you talk to the counselors?"Stephanie didn't say anything."Let's go make an appointment now," I suggested."No, let me think about it," Stephanie said.The next day, Stephanie made an appointment to see the counselor to find out what her choices could be as well as the career opportunities if she switched to English. She talked to her dad and cried at me the next day saying her dad would cut off financial support if she switched."You're on full scholarship," I reminded her."But not for. I wanted her to stew a bit before I gave her my 'nude beach' sales spiel.I bought two wigs that day. Some body paint. Some weird sunglasses – a man's pair and a woman's. A wide brimmed hat. A beard. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at night when I finally got home. I'd been in my room for only about five minutes before mom appeared in my doorway. She found me sitting at my desk facing my computer..