“Harder ... Hit me for real. I won’t die, just do it.” Cat, when she went through Heroine training learned to punch correctly. I admitted, it al...ost hurt. “Again. With your left this time.”“Ask me why.”“Why?” She cocked her hip to the side with her fist resting against it, angry at me for making her wear that gorgeous, yet too skimpy, outfit.I activated the Device and a second later had the image I wanted. “Imagine your father seeing you in that get up.” I got another great image. I tossed her. .. oh, my god!" he rushed over to her bed.His fingers wrapped around hers. Bailey began to cry. Relief. Fear. Sadness. She was overcome with emotion.He kissed her forehead. His lips felt cool against her skin."I'm here, sweetheart," he whispered over and over in her ear."I'm sorry, Gabe," she sobbed and buried her face in his shoulder. She tried to pull him close to her, but the pain in her abdomen shot through her body again."Sorry? For what?" he asked, confused."I'm not ... I can't..." Bailey. He really watches over Cindy though." He should," Bette smiled to herself, "if you fucked her the way he does, and could see that big red cock of his in action."The four of them piled into Greg's car and an hour later they pulled up in front of a small weather-beaten house."Don't pay any attention to the outside," Greg reassured them. "It's what's inside that counts. From what this guy told me the place is furnished like a palace."Greg was right. Once inside, they found themselves in a. ”The Borealans around the tabled nudged each other and watched expectantly as Dennis brought it to his lips. He took a taste, then a long draw, lowering the cup and wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve.“Tastes like strawberry milk!”Chaka stared at him for a moment, then slammed her fists on the table, making his mug jump.“Not so much as a cough!”“Was that supposed to be strong?” Dennis scoffed. “I’ve had ciders with more of a kick than that.”She poured him another cup and filled the mug.