Shaking my head in confusion, I grabbed my keys and headed out across the large parking lot for my car. Normally I got to work early enough to get a s...ot close to the building, but today, I left home late, hoping my wife would get up and drag me back to bed, so my car was way out in the middle of the lot, surround by thousands of other empty cars.After a long walk, I finally made it to my car, but something seemed odd, it looked like... yes, someone was in my car. I unlocked the doors with the. " Will you talk to her?" Me?" I asked, surprised. "Doubt I could do any good."'She never knew her father. At least you are a man." I can try, but I've never been good at talking to girls."The woman's name was Margaret, and she told me that her friends called her Peggy. Her daughter was Patricia. She opened the door to the hall and called her. I heard her hurrying down the stairs and was standing when she entered. She was a beauty, almost shocking in her demure softness and grace, barely five. Her hips launched upward from the sheets.“Oh please fuck me!”I smiled and drew away. A groan escaped her lips and she settled back down onto then bed as I continued to toy with her using the head of my cock as my instrument of torture. She continued to squirm and the volume of her noises increased.I hovered over her, gazed into her eyes and held them in mine. I started to drown, as I always do, in the sparkling blue of her gaze. I bent to kiss her lips, gently at first and then passionately and. Up ahead, a steel wall cut across the tunnel, a gaping, circular, saw-toothed hole ten feet across the only mark on it. Through it, I ran, into the chamber on the other side. Inside, a few more soldiers were directing traffic through a second, identical doorway, leading deeper into the facility. The next room was some sort of antechamber, and still more soldiers directing traffic through a smaller, more normal, steel doorway. Traffic was heavy, however, and the doorway narrow, so as I stepped.