He sat in the living room. The duel for control, brief though it was, had left him with some new fears.She had been less than candid about her escape ...rom the Institute. Well, she thought she'd told the truth, but now he new different.He had replaced controls someone else had planted. Not the clumsy heavy handed touch of Harry, but some unknown master. Someone who had concealed her memory of being released, but couldn't erase it.And there was no way of knowing how much she'd reported about. Bobby was about a half foot shorter than I was, and weighed probably 75 less as well. His mother called us Mutt and Jeff, and I guess that's because we were so different. I was the big homely guy and Bobby was the cute k** that the girls loved, and I could see why.Even his dick was cute, I noted as I looked at the skinny wrinkled tube wiggling around as he jumped on the bed. I felt kinda bad for him because his dick was so small and skinny compared to mine, but the moment I touched it I knew. Com/user/DizzyD427/posts/299492.htmlI hope you enjoy Part III, and 'Part IV... The Finale', when it posts.A Mother's Helping Hands... Part IIISaturday morning dawned, and a freshly showered Charlotte sat in her silk robe, sipping her second cup of coffee as she thought about the life changing events of the last few days. It had all started just forty-eight hours earlier when she had taken her teenage son Jamie to his doctor for a mysterious condition he was experiencing… then something. I soon become drowsy and set the book down. I fall fast asleep unaware that the fruit had been injected with small amounts of drugs to sedate me. What I didn’t know was that David was the care taker and had been watching and waiting the whole time. He had installed hidden surveillance cameras all over the cabin. He quickly walked the distance between the cabins and used his key to let himself in. He picked my unconscious body up and carried me over to a hidden door that lead to steps going.