She cast her head around. I could almost feel her thoughts racing in her mind as she struggled to understand what was going on. Her brain couldn’t h...ndle it. Mind control wasn’t supposed to be real.“First, slut, every time you see Dad, you will flash him your tits. You will make sure he sees those breasts you’re always teasing him with. He can stare, but he can never touch them, can never enjoy them. Can never jerk off his dick thinking about them again.”Thoughts prickled across my mind. It. ”“Go ahead channel 16.”“SV Sailbait requesting permission to leave Apra Harbor.”“Permission granted SV Sailbait. Where you headed?”“Hagåtña, 96910, Guam. The Boat Basin,” I responded.“Cleared SV Sailbait Port out.”“SV Sailbait switching to channel 9.” Channel 9 is the boat calling channel. It’s supposed to be ON all the time and loud enough for the watch-stander to hear over the wind or waves. The Coast Guard uses channel 9 to request inspection.The Boat Basin is what passes for a Marina on. He looked up when he heard panting and thrashing in the bushes nearby. Two women were running toward his hiding place with two Indians in pursuit. The women were getting closer and the braves were getting closer to the women. The two women were run down almost within reach of Roger. The braves each dove on one and wrestled her to the ground. They began beating on the women trying to pacify them. The women were clawing and scratching in their attempt to get away. Roger watched one of the Braves. Nodding Ambrose could almost feel the difference that the air in the ship and out here made. Shaking his head he could feel his feline side trying to take over! Hell at this rate they would last more than a few hours before they might succumb. Ambrose was turning to sit when he heard a small voice. What the hell? That was in our language! No one on earth knew the language the of the Felim race! Did they? Looking around he heard it again almost like it was muffled. Walking back towards the.