'That became the pattern for the next few weeks. I'd drop by once or twice after work (I rarely scheduled any experiments past six or seven; she had n... such inhibitions), and chat with her while she was working in the lab. The conversations usually ran to how she was doing in her classes, commiserating on how few results both of us were getting in our experiments, but rarely anything intensely personal.During those weeks, it gradually occurred to me how little I actually knew about Liz (and how. The person who had done this to me was lying in beside me her body covered in a fine sheen of perspiration and fast asleep.I realise what had woken me was a sound from the bedroom door, looking over to the door I saw two girls, about 14 and 16, both were looking intently at the scene in front of them.I could not say anything to them as my mouth was gagged and all I could say was a muffled grunt.How did I get here? I remember the bar, the good looking, blonde haired temptress and the question. So after pills wash down with a couple of ounces of chocolate milk, Mikah and I took off for our walk. Every thing was fine till we got back to the car wash. Just before I stepped on to the parking lot Mikah growled quietly, then I noticed her hair was standing up around her neck. I reached into my pocket and removed the .22mag and I also flipped the entrenching tool open so it would be lethal. The man in a black swat uniform stepped out from the dark shadow of the building. I knew where there. ”“Which episode with the washing machine did she tell you about?” I asked.“She told me about the time that you and she had sex on the machine.”“So she didn’t tell you about the time she had a dildo stuck to the top of the washing machine and had it in her pussy and had a plug in her butt, AFTER she had offset the machine load?”“No!” He said in disbelief.“Yeah. The thing hit the spin cycle and was off balance and she couldn’t get off the machine and had to ride it out until the machine stopped..