"Why do you care?" "Well I just thought after what you've been through last night, you'd be pretty hungery." "You mean what you put me through last ni...ht?"When I said this he had a sorry look on his face, putting his hands on his hips he looked at the ceiling almost looking for a response on the ceiling. "Look, I'm sorry for what I did to you but you don't know all the facts and besides I would expect a little more gratitude from you for saving you from that creep." "What? That wasn't you, it. . hence she opted out of even trying. Her non-work world was the impersonal weights and machines at the gym, and going 'round the local high-school track in her wheel, miles and miles, rain or shine.The condo wasn't quite done when she'd entered that first race, learnt its lessons. After the run she'd thanked Alpha and Beta profusely. They had chattered disarmingly frankly about her injuries and the consequences, and they had helped slog her chair through the deeply muddy parking lot to her. Spy shouted as he tossed his desk to the side sending it slamming into the wall. Punk Rocker was unable to control his anger anymore. He reared back his fist and let loose a swing. His fist hardened into stone as it flew connecting with Dr. Spy’s chin. Dr. Spy’s chin turned slightly, but other than that he was unaffected. ‘That tickled somewhat, but now it’s my turn!’ Dr. Spy replied. Battle Dog, sensing that his master was in trouble, let out some eye laser’s at Dr. Spy, but they passed. “Take a shower and get in bed. We leave early.”After she finished, Stephanie exited the bathroom carrying her clothes. Gene had Mom face down on their bed while having sex with her from behind. The wet slapping sounds and rhythmic grunts chased her to her own bed. Even under the covers, with the pillow over her head, the nauseating sounds went on and on. Finally, they stopped, and Gene grumbled his way into the bathroom. When the door closed, Stephanie rolled over and dared a peek. Mom lay on.