“I do not kill. But these women will never seek another,” I told this person. “One last chance to not have me make the children smell their brai...s cooking.”Some of them, the entity, called off and told them to run as far from here as possible. Others ignored him. They weren’t like the ones at the hospital who got tricked from a young age. These girls, and many boys, wanted to be made seekers for the sheer pleasure of tracking those like Steve down and then watching them be dissected. I was to let him have control of the situation from there. It was cold outside and I remember sitting in the parking lot for a while deciding if I really wanted to do this or not. I always did that. It always takes me a while to get up the nerve. By the time I got out of the car I was cold. When I got to his room the door was opened, the security bar between the jamb and the door holding it opened just a crack. I walked in, closed and locked the door behind me. The adrenaline was racing. I waded up to my knees.mmmmm it felt great to be naked and free.i turned round and looked back at the dunes.i could see half a dozen naked men standing watching me,their cocks as hard as mine.some stood there and stroked themselves.i came out the sea and walked back to my towel and lay down on my front.the sun felt great on my back and bum.as i lay there i could here people walking around the dunes around me.i listened for a while then i peered around .there stood four men all wanking and. He used almost as much red ink as Madalyne. On the last page, he gave me a wink.Dr. Gupta had specific ideas. As part of his process I had to digitize the work, so I hired a service to type it all in. Once that was done and checked, we worked on getting the footnotes in place. Through it all again, then again. Spell check. Grammar check. I noticed my speaking patterns came to match Dr. Gupta's hatred of contractions and adverbs. By Thanksgiving, I was feeling good. He told me to set it aside.