"Right now, they are trying to open a connection, but the fact that we have someone already on the pad prevented the teleport." Are you blocking them?... Nathan asked."Constantly," I moaned. "But whoever is trying to teleport here has figured out that the AI will believe that any declared emergency is real. So far, every attempt has had an emergency tag of some kind." I reached over to put the pad into emergency shutdown. This broke the connection to Sir Paridell, although they could attempt to. That made the back center almost invisible to anyone outside of my property.I had a small business making and selling prefabricated homes. Essentially double wide trailers. When my sister got a divorce and needed a place to stay I offered to give her one of my homes. She was the one that wanted me to place it back near the cliff. Then she wanted it fenced in to keep her kids from going over the edge.She spread the word quickly and suddenly I had beautiful young MILFs begging me for a place to. Samantha looked panic-stricken. “Alexander?” she asked incredulously. He’d said he’d never met her before, but imagine everyone’s surprise when Alexander asked, “Serena, what the fuck are you doing here?” There was an awkward silence while Samantha who was, in fact, Serena and Alexander stared incredulously at each other. He had been under the impression that he was meeting with John, who owned an exclusive sex club, and his wife, Samantha.“I don’t understand,” Alexander said, looking hurt,. Vice’s brow furrowed. “What did I *just say*, Laurel?”“But…” began Laurel.Vice frowned. “No, I think we’d better set the right precedent here.” He pressed a button on the remote in his hand, and Laurel twitched again as another shock went into her. “I asked you a question. What did I just say?”Laurel looked up at him in hatred. She must have thought about attacking him, or trying to seize the remote, because another shock went off.Vice thought she actually looked quite pretty, with this mix of.