.. if anyone can. I think you probably will too!"They'd been given a set of instructions, told to "dress appropriately" suggesting clothing that would...'t hamper activities. No belts, underwear, or things that would prove difficult should the situation arise. As agreed, he met Kay at the Starbucks for coffee, something that had become personal now for them, looking at it as a good-luck omen, and a good way to start things off."Nervous?" Hell yes! Aren't you?"Kay giggled. "A little, but damn. I’ve got one more run this weekend, and we should be good on that end,” Dr. Thompson said.“Yeah, I talked to my uncle, and he said if you are ‘runnin’ from the revenuers’ ... his words, not mine ... then you are more than welcome on his property. He has a smallish ranch of about fifty acres, outside San Marcos, that he has been telling the family to come to in case the world comes to an end. He said he has enough materials to ride out the government hunters for years,” Jensen looked a little. She didn’t answer, but continue to look fearfully up into his hard eyes.?Don’t be rude, bitch. I said hello.?Louder, more pronounced, rich.she flinched at His words. ?H-harrroo?.? Softly, whimpering, confused. her words were mispronounced, warped by the ring gag.?Speak up.? Pause.?Ha-oh.?Beneath the layers of grime on her skin, He could see her flush, embarrassed by her incapability of proper speech. He smirked, feeling his cock harden, straining against the denim of his jeans. ?You want that. Tom stood up and nearly tripped over his own feet. "What's going on,"he said. "What are you doing to me?" Nothing that you're not doing to yourself, Mr. O'Malley." But these clothes they're changing me..." Clothes always change a man," the leprechaun said simply. "Ask anytailer." But these clothes are...CHANGING me..." Tom said, tripping again on hisown feet."Nonsense. Now... onto your wish." My wish..." Tom said, falling again."Yes..." My wish..." Tom said, trying to pick himself up to.