. . butunfortunately, there wasn't a shred of anything useful to be found.I did however find some old journals where the doctor had recorded muchof he... early research and theories on human genetics. It was fascinatingreading . . . before I knew it, I was completely immersed.Some time later . . . I glanced down at my watch."Shit!" I chirped. "7:30 . . . gotta get ready!"I quickly closed the books and scurried upstairs to get ready for myappointment.Up in her bedroom, I looked through her. I’m just -”“Curious?” she finished for him. Veronica pulled her hand away, “Sit down.”“Huh?” Colin was confused, his erection quivering and bobbing in the air.“Sit down in your chair. I have a surprise for you.”Regaining some awareness, Colin moved to sit. He noticed his bottle of hand lotion had been placed beside the keyboard.Moving to his right, Veronica bent and took Colin’s mouse in hand. She made several clicks until the computer monitor was filled with a video of two men engaged in anal. Before panic could set in, light flared a short distance away, a spotlight shining down from nowhere into nowhere. Melinda turned her head towards it as she staggered to her feet, and she gasped at what she saw.The spotlight shone upon a simple glass prison, no more than a rectangular box six feet high by three feet square. Standing within was her mother, but it was a Penny Sovert Melinda could scarcely remember. She wore a simple house dress, an apron tied around her waist, her hair arranged. After sampling three or four, the sommelier asks if they would like to view the wine cellar. Donald immediately accepts the invitation, and he leads them to the steps down to it. Just then a large group enters the tasting room, and he apologizes that he can not give them a full tour, but to please go look around themselves.They go down the steps and enter a cool, stone walled cellar. Rows and rows of wine are lined through the room. They wander through each aisle, looking at the different.