”“Well, it… ” Randy hesitated, licking his lips nervously. “You know,Mrs. Sanders. It’s kinda personal.”“It has to do with sex, doesn�...�t it, Randy?”Randy reddened and squirmed on the couch. Kate stared pointedly at theboy’s bulging prick.“That’s quite a big hard-on you have there, Randy,” she said easily. “Idon’t think that the study of ancient history is going to make a cockget stiff like that.”She looked into his eyes.“Who’s the lucky girl, Randy?”“It’s… it’s no one,” Randy said awkwardly.. He had pushed through a hell of a lot.“Are you even listening?” The judge shouted out, bringing me out of my reminiscing. Oh yea, I was on trial. I thought to myself, more than a little annoyed with him.“Yes, I am. “I responded, annoyed but not wanting to deal with that either. He backed off but still kept an annoyed glare on me most of the time.“You are being charged with twenty-seven counts of murder, and fourteen counts of rape,” He says, his brows furrowing towards the end.“How do you. We talked for only two or three minutes and then Alex made a sly remark to Mark. She said that she was glad to meet him, and he should keep his eyes open and maybe they would see more of each other. Mark had an embarrassed grin on his face. It seemed obvious that we knew about him watching us the night before. Mark quickly turned and went into the house. Mr. Howard remarked that Mark was always "shy with the girls." As Mr. Howard's eyes devoured our scantly clad bodies, Alex and I said our. Do you understand?”“Yes,” she said, sitting up even though she was still breathing hard.“Your mother, who now goes by the name Sara Wilson, asked us to bring you to her and get you away from your father, who you know is evil to the core,” I said, getting a nodded response. “And as you probably know, he has a powerful machine known as Master PC which allows him to know where you are, anywhere in the world.”“He calls it his Slave-O-Meter,” she said with a straight face. I’ll have to remember that.