"Well, if it's real, I believe that bastard would detonate it. So we need to take him out first." Sounds good to me, when do we go?" Sandra said as sh... looked around, and snapped out, "Shhh."They went quiet as they watched a group of guards come towards them, with weapons at the ready. In the lead was Sergeant William Deerfield, a former inmate at Leavenworth penitentiary, pardoned by the president and turned into guards at the camps. William watched the three women, an evil sneer to his lips. She was carrying a covered tray in front of her totally naked body. Naked that is, except for the slippers on her feet, and the bright red ribbon around her neck. I suspected what my birthday present might be.Breakfast was delicious. Crepes with fresh strawberries and fresh whipped creme, tea, and chocolate mousse for desert. Carol wanted to sit and watch me eat, but I insisted that she have some too. When we were done, she took the tray off me and set it on the floor. From under my bed she. Kneeling, she unhooked her panties from each leg. Nostrils filled with ozone, Amy swept her hair to one side, and the breeze tingled the nape of her neck. She quivered before him, bared in body and soul.“You are beautiful,” he gasped.“You are too.”Her upturned eyes pleaded, she took his hand. Pressed to her springy breast, the alacrity in his eyes completed the rout.“Let me do this, Jack.”“Amy… this isn’t like you…”“It is,” she purred, “this is what you do to me.”For weeks, her flirtation. Those that could not be reprocessed as Love Toys became decommissioned and used as raw material. The misery Drake had caused these women and the people who loved them began to fuel my hate.After explaining the situation to Brenda, she agreed that this kind of technology would likely become dangerous in the wrong hands. She also agreed that the government should be considered "wrong hands". I then told her what I had in mind for Drake and Quinby, at first she seemed troubled and angry at me.