Funny how my mind drifted back to Mr. F’s thing in my hands and I started playing with the bottle the way I’d played with the other thing. Mr. G w...s in a trance.“Mister Gadsten?”“Hmm? What?”I took a little sip, “How did you get so good at this?”“Heh, well I worked at NASA for a while. I don’t think I ever told you that,” he had told me that, “And after the layoffs I needed some extra work. Well a buddy of mine had some money and owned the strip mall down off main with the old movie theater. Now. His father had nothing to do with the repair bill. It was close to the end of the month and a new monthly stipend would soon fill his coffers thanks to the GI Bill.After thanking the auto parts guys for their help, he decided to check out the garage. He couldn't see doing much work in the dorm parking lot with his limited tool selection.He located the business on Fifth Street as promised. It was rambling affair, but clean looking. Waylon rang the bell in the small office. It was a short wait. "If the military had nothing to stop the Montezuma's revenge, then I'm certain the Secret Service would not. Just to be sure, leave the shields up until I say otherwise." Yes, Sir."Then I just sat there and waited. Either they would believe me or not. No matter which choice they made, something had to happen sometime."Attention trespassing craft."I sighed. Time for Act Two. "I hear you." This is Agent Grupp of the United States Secret Service. I have a message for General Colt from the. She’d have no idea of telling where they’d be going, no way of running, no way of even standing up. She hung her head, tears sliding down her cheeks silently. Lydia continued to work professionally and wordlessly, not yet done preparing the poor girl. As the old man started to drive off, now she got the worst of the tools from the bench box. First, nipple clamps were latched onto Cheryl’s pierced nipples, eliciting a whimper and a bit of fidgeting. The clamps were connected by a delicate.