"I am O'Neill Jorgenson."Derek snarled an oath and fired from the hip, Crystal fired a split second later. The man laughed as the energy bolts were ab...orbed by the chairs force field."How rude, I offer you my hospitality and you attack me. Those rifles and your internal weapons are now useless." Two cyborgs appeared behind them carrying chairs. "Please be seated. We have much to discuss." Jorgenson?" Derek said throwing down his weapon, Crystal following suit. "You can't be him. He's dead. He. Drake, he could see, was sitting close to Gren as Kaelyssa flanked his opposite. The women were stitching together pelts of what looked like deer and boar leather carefully as Elizabeth watched. He was surprised to see that she appeared to be interested in their labor, smiling brightly and nodding as they showed her their work. He climbed off Tyrs back and moved in closer to Drake who smiled and turned to face him for a moment. Have fun hunting? Yeah. It was quite the experience. I could tell.. " What brings you here?"Jen had rehearsed her lie. "Well, I was in the hotel having lunch with a girl friend, and I saw you were speaking. So I thought I'd stop by and say hi."Gerard smiled. "Well, I'm glad you did. Come, let's get a drink and catch up."For the next hour, Jen and Gerard sat in the hotel bar and chatted. Gerard was well traveled and entertained her with many interesting stories of his experiences since college. Gerard was charming and charismatic, and she couldn't help being. Her thoughts screamed out that she should not be responding to this insanity; she should fight, even as well trussed up as he had her. But a small inner voice told her that she was helpless, a slut, an animal, a bitch ripe for mating.“Please stop, I cannot, I am forbidden...” she murmured weakly and without conviction as her flesh writhed in the embrace of the restraint. Honey whimpered and her highly aroused body jumped at the new sensation, a naked thigh between her own, the abundance of hair.