Babs headed us toward the guard shack.Once there, we found that Doug and Chelsea were available. We introduced them to Ben. Chelsea patted his hand. "...hat's troubling you, Ben?"It all came out. She and Doug were sympathetic to his misery. Doug said, "Ben, things can be hard sometimes. A breakup is never easy. At least, you know where you stand on issues and what you will not do. That doesn't make it easy except to know that some issues can't be resolved by compromise."Ben said, "I know. I think. Uh ... not exactly. I’m sure David would be fine with it, though,” Mrs. Pearson tried.“Phil, hand the phone to Billy,” I said.“David wants to talk to you,” Phil said.“Hey, David. I think someone stole your car.”“Listen, can you do me a favor? Can you cuff her and then take a picture of it? I’ll donate some free meals for you and your fellow officers at Granny’s West,” I said, offering him a bribe.“I can’t really do that,” he hedged.“Tell her what I offered you,” I suggested.She went along with. " I'm sorry, baby. I can't help it. I've been feeling so horny and aggressive since the surgeon remodeled me and adjusted my hormones. Just visualizing your bare butt and thinking of the things I can do with it makes me wet. It gives me such a rush of pure, naked power and sends shivers racing up and down my spine. Visualizing my shiny new BioCock slowly pushing into you, disappearing an inch at a time into your hole, reaming and stretching it... and all the while holding on to your hips and. Sam’s face appeared over mine, her glasses a little askew. “Are you hurt?”“I’m fine,” I grunted. “Come on. We need to move.”Salome “Sam” ShapiroJustin stood with a groan. He flexed his legs and toes. Then he grabbed my hand. We didn’t so much as run as move at a swift jog. We kept close to the side of the building and slowed as we approached the corner. Justin slowed to a stop to peek out in search of any danger. I quivered behind him, shivering. I needed to think. To gather my thoughts. This.