" I went upstairs and grabbed a t-shirt and met Pamela at the door. We walked down the street to her house. It was a large house and I guess she neede... the space. The house I was renting wasn't as big, but then again I was using the second bedroom as a studio for drawing. "Here we are." she said. "okay let's see where you want to set up the bed." I said. She lead me to the master bedroom. This was a large room with its own bathroom. It took twenty minutes to put the bed together and for her to. Her body trembled with excitement, creating vibrations that shimmied the dress down her legs.The place went wild as she opened her thighs and ran her hand over her shiny, wet vulva. Both lips were engorged and throbbing between her legs. She pulled her wet lips apart with her fingertips and showed the crowd her tiny, tight cunt.The lights darkened and a spotlight shined on her, allowing two employees to bring out a specialized table without being noticed. When the lights came back up, Savannah. She looked at him, knowing he wasn't okay but didn't push the point. She then turned away and looked out the window, right where Ressler had been standing moments ago. It occurred to Ressler that it was odd that they both did that. He watched her gazing outside, wondering why she was here, when she suddenly dropped her head and held a fist to her mouth, gasping."Liz... ?" he walked over to her, looking down at her with concern."Liz, what's wrong?" he asked, as tears spilled down her cheeks."I'm. The injuries sustained correspond to physical abuse. I must consult a doctor.”A person answering out of my field of view. “You consult no one. Do your job; fix him up so he looks presentable.”I said: “Robot, I am Cadet Eric Olafson. I am held without charges and I have been tortured. Contact my superior officer, Commander Letsgo and file a report on my condition.”“Acknowledged.”A bright flash hit the robot and the machine fell over in a tangled mass of molten Vari-plast, circuits and metal, I.