Maybe The Master, but not His Wife and certainly not The Doctor.--punana moaned and rolled over onto its side. it felt a gush of warm semen ooze out o... it and drip down the inside of its leg. That turned it on and it tried to touch itself. punana willed its arms and hands to go between its legs, but the weak muscles wouldn't respond. it cried its frustration, hot tears running down its cheeks and dripping onto the straw bed.The barn was quiet and punana thought it must be alone. it sniffed the. ‘Good evening, sleeping beauty. We were wondering when you’d wake up. I don’t trust the auto-pilot, so do you feel up to taking the wheel for a little while?’ he asked her. She nodded, after a moment, and walked back to them. She noticed that Sara’s crotch was soaking wet. The red fabric was dark with moisture and her inner thighs gleamed almost down to her knees. When she looked at Sara’s face, Sara smiled at her through the sweat that beaded on her brow. Her chest was flushed and heaving as. Do you know what it was like to see that monster standing there with handfuls of moms hair as she lay there defensively listening to the profanities he spat. How humiliating it made me feel to crawl helplessly to the phone so that I can call the police. I sat there on the phone trembling, fearing that the monster will turn his attention back to me. My eyes darted around looking for my brother, my best friend who was never in sight. I felt betrayed.’ ‘Jules, I didn’t….’ I cut off as she gave me. I’m Phil Morgan. No, we ran out of numbers at ‘the third’ and my name is Phillip, not Philemon.” He was a pleasant man with a balding head but not too wrinkled. Instead of sitting behind his desk, he led us to a conference table where a soft cloth and a jeweler’s loupe were laid out. “I understand you have a watch that may have historical value,” he said. “May I see it?” He wasn’t big on small talk. That’s okay. I wasn’t either. Mary Beth handed over the cigar box. He opened it and unwrapped.