There was also the realization that I haven't yet figured out how Mary's and Debbie's "binding" to me had occurred and I had no desire to expand my ha...em.I thought about Debbie's two other employees that I had met. June was cute, probably the image that comes into your mind when you hear the Beach Boys singing about California girls. She was tall, skinny, dirty blonde--almost brown--haired with one blue and one green eye. Her breasts were a bit on the smallish side, compared to Mary or. My zapper had been unused since taking her home that night as my lust for sexual decadence had been squashed by a feeling of guilt. It was only logical that anything that messes with the levels of arousal in such a dramatic way could lead to damaging consequences, but I wanted to rectify the trouble I had caused. But to do that, I needed to find her."I don't," I promised as she bit her lip; my heart sank a little further."You do. You all do. And I can't get another job," she cried. "I got fired. After 4 years, he returned to the old shop near my home. I thought that he would have forgotten my face as i had started to grow into a man, and already had a small moustache and the shape of my face had started to change. I went to his shop one night to mend my torn trouser, and i had chosen that time, because it was a blackout time, and so i thought he wouldn't recognize me. But my plan failed, as he double crossed me. He said he wanted to take my measures, and while taking my measures, he. We continue to hold one another and touch. I’m your safe place… your confidant… and the only one who actually gives a damn. If you need to get going you can. I know you have places you need to be where you’re expected. No, you need this. I give you some sort of sanity even if our situation is insane to say the least. You feel the overwhelming urge to kiss me, to connect deeper… so we kiss… and kiss some more… longer… but deep and slow. Our breaths quicken, our heart rates soar, we pause and.