Nothing. “I think it was a woman though. That’s more of a feeling than anything. It looked like the broach was attached to some folds of deep blue...velvet.” “You’re sure it was attached?” “Yes, the broach was upright. There was shadow at the bottom.” “Hmm. Okay, well that’s a start. When did you have this recollection?” “It happened during the night about a week ago. I woke up and well, I thought I’d had a dream actually. I’m still not sure if it was a flashback or a dream,” she shrugged. Harry. He peered down into the gully. He squinted trying to see the white number that was painted on the trunk of the cruiser. ‘I think it’s 38…shit I can’t see the last number. The car is on it’s side. I can’t make out the number. Wait, a second. I think the officer’s name is on the ticket that she gave me.’ ‘Ticket, sir?’ ‘Yeah, my tail lights aren’t working apparently,’ Sergio said sheepishly as he grabbed the ticket off the seat. ‘Officer Rachel Arnsword….no Arnsworth.’ He said trying to read. I have agreed to be your personal sex slave, with limitations, of course, and you will have my body and apparently your dream of humiliating me. What more can you possibly want?” Mary said as she turned around completely to display herself fully.Dave and Mike stared at their bitch boss in her white lace stockings, red high heels, and pendulous breasts, just waiting to be abused.“Come on, Dave, look at her. Think of the things we could do!” Mike said.“We need to talk this over in private,” Dave. She collaborated on our project. Irene -- this is the man who collected our specimen.”“Pleased to meet you,” Irene said.“When I learned Martin was to occupy my chair,” Ned replied, “I knew it was in good hands.”“Or, a good butt,” Martin added.“Who all was invited to this?” Irene asked.“The faculty of Arts and Sciences plus their grad students, and college patrons. I think we have someone from the local news here, as well.”Dean Barnes stepped to the podium and spoke into a microphone. “We’ll get.