I had a plan....I set my laptop up so that I could see the outputs from the camera in my room and the one in Simon’s room on the same screen and I w...ited for Simon to come home. When he did, I jumped onto Karen’s bed in full view of the camera in our room. As far as I knew he had no video of me. I watched as Simon mooched about in his room. Eventually, I watched as he picked up his laptop, plugged in his receiver and sat on his bed in full view of my camera, expecting to see what Karen was up. " Maybe he was a seeker after pussy," I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me that it had been Uncle Albert's driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting "young ladies" of London, only for a casual accident to cut him down when on the brink of success. For him, it was an incredible tragedy; but for London's young womanhood, I could not but reflect, a lucky escape. The mind boggled. I always thought that aliens had the technology to do amazing and even impossible things. In the past I have joked with my friends about aliens making millions on earth by using technology to making men's penises bigger. Well, this came into my mind as I was still paralyzed, but along the way, their paralysis powers or machine or whatever they use must've stopped working, because I could move and talk again.First thing I did was sit up and I said "hi. I guess they weren't planning on the. He then heard the sound of water running down the hall. He walked up to the open bathroom door and looked inside. Ashley stood in front of the tub with a plush blue robe on. Eric pushed the door open some more to get a better view. Ashley turned around. “Oh it’s just you.” Relief went over her face. She thought it was someone else prying on her. “Yeah,” Erick shut the door behind him and locked. “Do you feel any better?” he asked, stepping closer to her. Ashley signed. “Yeah, I guess so, but.