The travel agent was very good and quickly found flights to match our plans along with freely offered advice as to the best airline to choose; timings... transit to and from the airports involved, etc. The final piece of advice was to ensure that we were seated on the left side of the cabin so that after the long trans-Atlantic flight the magical sight of the island could be fully appreciated as we prepared to land. Helen gave me no choice when she said that she would have the window seat.This. Mei sat Becky back down, reluctantly letting the girl continue her assault as Milo moaned beneath her, his hips once more thrusting up into a curse maddened woman against his will.She ran and grabbed her medical bag, quickly finding what she needed, and running back. “This is so not good for you, but I’ll apologize later!” She stabbed Becky in the neck with a syringe, injecting it into the girl and watching as she stopped moving, passing out quickly as her rapid heartbeat moved the drug through. I had made that comment but had been too emotional at the time to think about the Methuselah Complex. I meant to meet me when I died, too, again too emotional to remember the Methuselah Complex at that moment.“Oh, yeah,” I answered, but I was still confused as to how she ended up here, too. Did the Complex have the power to take more than one person? Did my comment, “Meet me there,” somehow allow the Complex to bring her too?She drove us to a park where we talked for a while, catching up on. But Yannis said it is still too dangerous and we better wait. Besides, he said, does anybody really want to rescue Persa? So, let's enjoy the free show! I agreed, and I think that all of us wished that Persa's torture would last all day, and we would have the chance to watch it all.Meanwhile, the brunches were falling unceasingly on the hapless girl. There were marks, bruises and cuts all over Persa's gorgeous body. Especially at her breasts and her thighs. She was crying and begging her.