If it wasn't for my haircut, or lack thereof, and the bulge in the frontof the panties, somebody could mistake me for a teenage girl...After hearing f...om Susan I snapped out of my trance and went back to thejeans, they slipped on easily while feeling really different from the onesI was used to wearing. They adapted to my wide areas very well and weirdlyenough didn't look huge around my thin waist. Everything felt so right,like they followed my curves to perfection, firmly hugging them in. “Now that’s the most fucked up logic I’ve ever heard in my life. What kind of moron…” Her voice trails off as she notices you eyeing the ball-gag. “Let’s just give it a try, and if it doesn’t work, then we’ll do your plan,” you suggest reasonably. Kaypea tugs at the ropes again, her hips twisting and bucking, showing you her pussy and the base of her ass cheeks from many interesting angles. “Besides,” you continue. “We both know you’re in on it.” “Argh!” she replies in frustration, her young. What was even before Priority One? Priority Zero? Could my mathematician wife tell me? That was too metaphysical for me. I looked at my lieutenant. “Hank, we need to get Kelly and the kids. Send somebody in an unmarked to get her and the kids.”“Where do you want them?”“Bring them to the house. I’ll figure out how to hide them. Please, now.”He nodded and left. I needed to find a place to hide Kelly, Riley, and Seamus. The one thing I wanted to do was get them away from Matucket. I didn’t want. More than that, I cannot say, knowing little of him. Surprisingly, I have caught him making sketches of the local flora and fauna with a pencil in a small notebook. From what I could glimpse, his drawings were surprisingly lifelike. That the Lieutenant favors him makes me glad of his company. Our sixth member, Carter Grant, had been hired by the Professor as a cartographer, a detail that seems ironic due to our circumstances. He seems at a loss without his instruments, although I suspect that.