There was a clean floor, a work bench and several machine tools; a couple of old lathes, three mills, a planer or two, two drill presses, vises, a tem...ering furnace, a pipe extruder and no crimp bender, an old Miller Falls 240 arc and some gas welding tanks and hoses ... stuff ... that was there when we bought the place, probably junk, the last owners wouldn't have left the crap if it had worked."Stack the bikes over there ... Arnold?" Ma'am?" Can or I should ask ... Will you work here ... free. He expanded his connection with her, linking with her mind. When he did Elise’s eyes snapped open. Michael stared into her now opaque eyes as her arms came up, twining around his shoulders. Tera and Sims both moved to separate the two. ‘Don’t.’ Michael’s single word, uttered in a soft but lethal tone stopped both of them in their tracks. By this time Nigel, Valerie and the rest of the watchers had found their way into the room. All of them stood watching the two figures locked in what could be. Barb got up from the couch and started toward the terrified professor. She stood just inches from his naked body. Barb reached down and grabbed his cock. Again the poor man was humiliated beyond belief as the blood ran to his stiffening appendage. Barb, with a smile on her face and a mocking tone in her voice said, “My, my professor, what have we here, is our little soldier standing at attention?” As another tear emerged and trickled down his face the professor pleaded with his two young. “Where do I complain?”“No sense complaining, it doesn’t do any good.”He poured the drink and walked around the bar and stood next to her.“Here you go, jungle woman,” he said, handing her the drink. “I love your suit, it’s a knockout. What is that, a leopard?”“No, actually it’s an ocelot.”“Oh, Well. Either way, it’s a wild pussy,” he said.Barb cracked up and almost spit her drink. Her body quivered with spasms of laughter. Zach sipped his beer with a shit-eating grin on his face.“I can’t believe.