"I used the command word that was conditioned into you from the day you started at meat-girl school, to get you to remove your own clothes" Steven sai..., "But I resisted their conditioning tactics, that’s not possible" Jessica said now starting to cry, "Well Jessica I guess you were wrong because all I have to do to get you to do what I want is to say two little words and your will is mine" He replied, "You see the words I used are normally only meant for an emergency or for really difficult. Another door at the opposite end of the room led into the kitchen where Trunk was met by a gaggle of women led by a very tall and widely built older woman with short, spiky black hair and utter black eyes with no whites at all."Mama Glass!" Trunk called, holding his arms out to her."Squeaky!!" She called, rushing into his hug and swallowing him up in her arms. She had to be at least a head taller than I was.After the hug and some affectionate kisses and some equally as joyous greetings from the. . Mr. Jackson.... My eyes opened and i struggled to focus on who was whispering my name. As i wake from my sleep i notice that its Britt standing over me. I said "are you ok?" She said "yes i just needed to use the bathroom and wanted to wake you so you could go to bed" It was then that i realized that i had a raging hard-on from my dream i was having. I quickly tried to hide it by pulling one of the couch pillows over the boner in my sweat pants. It was obvious that she had already noticed it. We waited until they were safely inside the house before we drove home. That was, indeed, a very satisfying close to a kidnapping case!The trip that afternoon to the police headquarters was a pain in the ass, but it was a Hell of a lot better than the bedlam outside when we exited. The sidewalk and street were covered with reporters and camera crews, and there was an impromptu press conference right there on the street. We broke away at last, but Abigale was so shaken up that she was nearly in.