"Yeah, you could put it that way. Jerry invited me to go to the gym with him for a bit of recreational sparing and when I declined he suggested I migh... be chicken-shit. In my line of work it just won't do to tolerate that kind of talk."There was a shorter pause this time. "No I don't suppose it would. Alright, you have my permission. And if for some reason you decide not to kill him, tell Mr. Tarver I'll be looking forward to seeing him in my office first thing tomorrow morning." I'll be sure. One, that was far more deadly than any they had gone against.The whole operation, was quickly moved, less than a week later they were on their way. They had traveled for quite a while when they encountered the shanty mining town.Only two weeks later, they damn near owned everything connected to the mine. Those that hadn't signed had ended up as coyote food a few miles from the mine. True they had lost quite a few men, though the miners had the disadvantage of being trapped within a small area. It was hard to describe. They just felt like they wasn’t his own anymore. At least, like he wasn’t quite in control of them. Still, he supposed, emotional ruin aside, at least he was out of the institute and being driven back to his own house. How long had it been? Nearly a year now. Not quite, though. It felt much longer. He struggled to send himself back to the days when he had been happily living on the cusp of what was considered ‘normal’. He had decided not to go to college, and that had. Her nipples instinctively tightened and she moistened her lips.“Oh no,” she moaned when she saw a tentacle slap over the edge of the tank. The second tentacle slapped the side of the tank and she noted it was much thicker than the last one she’d fought. She flashed her memory back to the tentacle opening up in front of her, the dripping phallus pulsing as she panted in lust.Crimson’s fist loosened and her finger strayed to her tiny skirt, pulling it down to cover her increasingly heated.