Dressed in the typical DFM see through black silk blouse and bright red skirt, Owen could clearly make out identical, pert breasts. The girls were ob...iously high end slaves; twins, most likely. He couldn't tell what breed. Karelian? Or possibly northern Slav? Owen didn't know, but he tried to put them out of his mind. They were probably here to distract him anyway. It was all smoke and mirrors with these bastards. Clearly, though, DFM were doing something right. The firm didn't earn 12. I don’t know what happened but I gave my word to your daughter that I will not leave you until I see both of you are fine so I am staying. I have no attachments and the whole weekend off to stay here if needed, meaning you are lucky. This, by the way, is your daughter who is also fine, although the doctor said that she came a little early. The police think you are Anna Collins and they are trying to reach your uncle but we don’t know if he’s going to show up yet. Oh, here’s Dr. Geoffrey who. Woodridge," said the woman inside. "Wonderful to see youagain, and I assume this is the professor." In the flesh," smiled his sister, pointing to him."I have a niece that raves about your class, professor," said the woman."I hear you're an amazing teacher." Oh how nice to hear, and thank you," said the professor, feeling goodabout her comment. "I always try to give my all to my students." He certainly does," said his sister, interrupting and giving him a look."And the reason we're here since. ”And then things went into slow motion. He turned to square himself towards Henry, and for a brief moment he got bigger, as if he was transforming into the Hulk. But he hadn’t gotten bigger, he got closer.Henry could see clearly the anger of the man racing towards him, his hands clenched in fists, his face becoming twisted and red with rage. He saw the fist being pulled back as he stepped forward. He knew what was coming. He could have moved away or blocked the punch it, but he did neither. He.