.. those were all used to maximum effect on me. So were her soft, baby blue eyes and her wet lips which tasted faintly of pussy. Whose pussy, I didn�...t really care right then ... it was juicy and sweet, that was all I knew.Then my stepsister, a plumper, slightly more tanned young lady with sandy hair, helped guide me into her mother’s slippery snatch while my platinum blonde sister kissed my face repeatedly. Meanwhile, my sultry boss kissed my neck, shoulders, and chest. I wasn’t sure where. I was off-the-charts sorry when I started. I nodded. ‘So, look, we can take you on as an employee, put you through some training, send you to a few classes, and then you work here helping others who were closer to your past, and make ’em like your present.’ He was speaking directly, looking me in the eye, there was no guile, no better-than-you, no insult, just a straight-ahead, common-sense business proposition. I thought about it for a half-second, then I said, ‘You’re on.’ His face split into. Even under the most heinous forms of torture available, he would never reveal that he was a Quevian- a non-corporeal being that could assume basically any corporeal shape that it wished.Preliator's "locked" section of memory slowly returned to him, and he remembered that he had just gone to sleep one night like normal, and had woken up inside of the dream world. They must have tranquilized him before connecting him up to their machines. Too bad; if he had even had a split second of. I looked at him almost unseeingly, “Give everyone the rest of the day off.” He beamed as he replied, “Yes, Sir Mr. Wolfenstein.”As soon as he had left, I said, “Secure the room.”“The room is secure.” Reported Adam.I sat at one of the desks, placing my elbows on the table, resting my forehead within my hands.I started to shiver, shake. My mind was narrowing its focus, blanking out everything but the thought, ‘I must have dodged a bullet.’ A bullet?There was a virtual hail storm of bullets.