'Okay, what’s next?' It would take at least a couple of hours for the statement to be taken, and then Lieutenant Brown would be called in. By that ...ime, they'd be wondering where Carl was, but he probably had several hours before they started looking for him in earnest. He needed to be out of town by then. 'An investigation…no fucking way am I staying around for that!' He’d been squeezing hookers and drug dealers for years to the tune of over a million dollars. That kind of money was. I clamped my feet over his shoulders to brace myself against the non-stop orgasmic temblors that he sent through my body. He ordered me to tell him how I liked it, and to tell him as loudly as I could. The louder I was, the harder and deeper he drove into me. When he wasn’t focused on the fascination of his cum-shined shaft sliding in and out of me, his eyes were on me. We had totally forgotten about wanting to see the fireworks. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice to have friendly company, and I hope being able to vent to a stranger who doesn't understand her language brings her some comfort as well.. "He slept in the wrong room last night and wasn't exposed to the ultrasonics that would have restored his memories. While he was talking a team of men and women entered the room with a table and a large boxy machine on rollers. Pat turned to me with a smirk. "We expected you to be more successful in the romance department than you were." The doctor stepped forward. We'll have to run him through an accelerated process. It will be more painful but it should work with no problem. At a curt nod.