A clear plastic tubealso hung down from above, and disappeared into my mouth. I stared atthis in horror. Were they going to bronze me, cover me in pai...t, liquefymy insides and pump me out, or dissolve me!?My thoughts ran round and round, but there was no more information to behad. Minutes, hours, days later, I don't know how long, Brad came in. Helooked at me critically, flicked a power switch on a machine, andtoggled a joystick. I heard a hum, and I rose smoothly into the air acouple of more. . more like a green sludge in seconds. "Damn" I muttered I was going to enjoy that...Stepping over the sludge I realised a stone staircase just on my right with looked what seemed to be daylight I climbed the stairs as I arrived on the level I was surrounded by huge doors all of which opened, loads of Penis Warriors, one carrying a weird contraption, looked a bit like a milking machine for cows "Oh Shit"I tried to squirt but they overpowered me in a nano second, the rubber cups applied to my. Roberta had planned the party for a Sunday evening, because that was when the people she wanted to come to this party would most likely be available. She prepared the guest list carefully. She knew some of Phillip's business associates, and chose one couple from that list. She invited another man she knew her husband wanted to do business with, and assumed that man would come, just to see what Phillip would offer him. She added Jeff and his wife, per their plan, and stopped there. Eight for. In April Pamela had started to come more often to the factory, usually in the afternoons. She would sit in Morrison’s office, do some homework, text her friends and flip through some magazines she brought in her handbag. No one knew the reason, why she would come to the factory to spend some hours after school. Sometimes she seemed to like being there, smiled and laughed when she talked to Morrison, other times she looked annoyed as if being forced to be there. None of Morrison’s workers.