She finished the first shot quickly. She poured another. Sipped it slowly, with a far away look in her eyes. Paul whispered that she was getting drunk... Jean was sitting with her thighs spread wide, sipping as in a daze. Paul slid off the couch, sat on the floor and turned his head in her direction. He tugged on Peters leg urging him to slid down. He did. They both sat looking into her pantie crotch. Paul whispered, “I'm going to get that tonight, I hope you're ready for it”. They chatted about. He tried to do so. None of you were happy with how he was trying, so you ended up driving him away to where he could deal with his issues the way he needed to. Still unhappy, you all but shoved the one person you knew could bring him back out to where he was healing. She did her job, and upon getting what you've worked so hard to achieve, you slap the shit out of him."He was just taking care of himself, like you want him to." Turn the car around, don't put in Rage Mix Three. Put in something. . no, built in power supply for a system,” I corrected myself. “Also appears to be immune to various pathogens and poisons, so neurotoxins won’t work.”“Interesting,” I heard Torun comment. “So physical weapons are our best bet still.”“Extracting nanite samples into stasis compartment ... bugger!”“Bugger? What’s a bugger?” Pillot asked. “Never mind, tell me later as I take it something went wrong?”“Damned thing died on me,” I commented. “It’s nanites just basically ate it.”“Want another, Sir?”. Kevin went back into his room and changed into a muscle shirt, his plans changed. He still stopped for a bottle of water, but his real destination was the fitness center. He hit the elevator, running possible ways to break the ice with the two girls through his head, and psyched himself up. The elevator doors opened and Kevin turned toward the gym, only to see the two girls walking back his way, wearing scowls. They pointedly ignored him as they passed and walked into the open elevator. What.