After taking in my impressive appearance, I’m allowed in. His demeanor is staid, so I can't tell if he’s upset because I am late, or even pleased...to see me. Dressed casually in khakis and a dark polo, he tells me to sit and offers me a beer. I take a seat at the table, and while sipping my beverage, I survey the room. It's quite nice and has a lot of room, but I notice a decent size drop cloth under my feet, that fills up the space between the table and queen size bed. Suddenly, he takes. Looking down I could see it was held to mypassenger's arm by congealed blood that had pooled and joined us at thewrists. Only as I peeled it away did I finally register something waswrong. Somehow, the hitcher was now in the driving seat and wearing myclothes, while I was in the passenger seat wearing his. What the fuck?Why would he do that? But no, that made no sense. I touched his neck,feeling a pulse. He was alive but still out cold. Then had someone elsecome by, taken us from the car. However, when he reached into the cabin with his mind he found nothing but an empty hole. ‘They are being shielded.’ Aoife’s voice sounded soothingly in his head. ‘The type of shield is very effective but it is a two way street. While you can’t influence them neither can their master.’ And then she was gone leaving Michael perturbed at her Yoda-like habit of popping in, providing a snippet of advice, and then disappearing to let him decipher the riddle. . Another shot rang out from behind. Ad infinitum.Finally, she said in a small girl's voice, "I've never had anybody in my... my bottom... before." Cool," I said, playing my role. "I get an anal cherry as a bonus. Fine. For the cherry, I'll give you five minutes of pussy licking tomorrow morning, before I take my shower."Once again, the "old Kara" couldn't stand being talked to that way. I idly wondered what Loser Boyfriend had done to piss her off before. It was probably nothing compared to what she was enduring now."I'd... I'd.