I twisted the cap off and downed it almost instantly. Partly due to the heat outside but mostly just trying to numb my mind. I wanted to check the ans...ering machine for messages before I headed downstairs to my room. Or my fortress of solitude as I like to call it. I don’t know why I bother because the messages are never for me but I do it anyway. As I approached the cupboard where the machine was I saw what I expected, no messages. I grabbed my bag again as well as a second bottle of beer from. She's all too willing to accept responsibility for something when its not even her fault... at least consciously her fault." So why did SAL wake us up?" Sally queried."That's the strange part. When we discovered Bethany's unusual penchant for inspiring erotic dreams in those around her during mission-training, we re-tuned the brain-wave scanners to detect any localized increases in signal-strength, which is how we isolated the frequencies her mind seems to use to set up harmonic resonances in. Oh, she would pay!"While you have your checkbook out, I'd like to ask you if you collect art?" Art?" Ryan asked, puzzled."Yes... you know... pretty pictures."Oh, Frank, please... you don't have to do that!" Miss De La Court broke in."Shut the fuck up, Glenda!" Hammer snapped. "I'll ask for your opinion when I want it!" But Frank... he's already agreed to pay!" Shut up, cunt!" Hammer roared.Glenda lapsed into a frightened silence. Ryan realized she had been looking very strained since the two of. She was ready to quit but seeing his body drove her to give him more.Meisha was down to a sports bra and her little workout shorts. She’d had breast implants for over a year but found she still wasn’t the type to show her body off. She wasn’t a bikini kind of girl. But that’s why she was there: she was a work in progress.Meisha’s eyes bounced back and forth between Andre’s ripped upper body and the bulge hanging beneath his athletic shorts. She swore the bulge moved on its own, and it seemed to.