.. I Alphonso Burgabiter have the cure." Burgabiter swung his head in a gesture of triumph, and swished his long blond hair around his slight shoulder.... With a strength that belied his size he swept Daphne off her limp feet and transferred her bodily to the nearby chair.He positioned the unconscious young woman with great care, and then clipped the restraints on each of her limbs closed. Burgabiter turned swiftly and almost ran to the large lever positioned in front of the closest engine. The. “We need to talk,” she said, entering the room and sitting on the end of his bed.“Okay, let’s talk first then fuck,” he smiled.“I’m serious,” she said, “l’m late.”“Late for what?” he replied, “where are you going?”“No stupid,” she shouted, “l’m late…my period is late.”“What does that mean?”“God David, are you thick or what, it means l could be pregnant.”“Don’t be daft, are you sure?”“Well not completely,” she replied, “l’m not exactly late.”“Make up your mind,” he interrupted.“Will you shut up. Go... or something? She looked down to see her shirt parting, the two boys having unbuttoned it completely. She could see her breasts, half covered by the red and white striped bra, and was glad idly that she'd worn it because the colors matched the shirt.But then She felt her head pulled backwards. She mumbled a brief confused protest as her head was pulled far back so she was staring up at the basement's low ceiling tiles.She could see Jeff far above her, looking down and smiling at her. She. That could only happen if we were back in the black.Contracts were written up and signed, detailing what would happen for the next three months. A second contract would come into effect if I managed to sort out the losses.Now the first thing that changed was Andrew was to make no further investments without my agreement. Basically for the next three months, it was going to be like when we did the Owens experiment. I would tell him the companies to invest in, and with his license he would do the.