..It was almost four hours to the minute when we pulled into the parking lot of the Wrightsville Beach fishing pier. The two of them unloaded the bicy...les and trailers, while I removed the small plastic trash bags with our personal items from the truck's interior.Marty had done his research. The purpose of the plastic trash bags was to keep our few extra clothes dry; the clothes were just in case of rain. The plastic credit cards would take care of clean clothes along the way. Even there, Marty. Keira helped Catherine maintain someprivacy while she got prepared, and Samuel did the same for Nickolae.The investors were ushered to a section of the lab set up for viewing.Catherine and Nickolae were given their paralytic sedatives and the brainmapping began. Eagan worked furiously in the background to ensureprocessor integrity and proper bio-data storage. Samuel showed agraphical interpretation of Catherine and Nickolae's neuro-feedback, butnever told the investors how much fear the graph. That thing made me do horny. I pulled my tongue back. I opened my eyes and she opened her eyes too. I wet my tongue really good with my saliva and moved it towards her mouth. Saliva was pretty much visible on my tongue and I just waited for her to suck it again. I wasn’t sure what she will do at this time . She pushed me back little bit to make me sit on sofa. My tongue was still out and then she did something which I wasn’t expecting at that time. She dropped spit from my mouth on my tongue. “Are you comfortable?” I asked. “Maybe. If I am not comfortable, I can’t feel it. I am paralyzed now,” she replied “There must be something I can do for you.” “Don’t worry! I will be fine soon. By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry.” I nodded. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?” she asked. “No, no, but somehow… I need to help you. She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye. “Could you please bring me a glass of.