He got the feeling that there was more to this story than the Inventor was telling him.There was a slight pause before the Inventor answered, as if he...was thinking. *The orb had been designed to fuse superhuman powers onto an ordinary human being, such as yourself, and to allow telepathic communication between us. My desire had been to create a series of superhuman agents to act under my guidance in gaining dominance over the planet.*"Ha!" Jack laughed aloud. Well, it sure worked. For both me. She went on crusade. She made phone calls, filed complaints, wrote nasty emails. It was tense around our house for that month and not only because the recyclables were piling up in our garage.On the third Monday of that summer month several years ago, my wife was up well before dawn and watching for the trash man. When he climbed down outta his truck and opened the lid of our recycling bin to evidently scrutinize the contents, my wife charged outta the front door like she'd been fired from a. She was afraid that, like the artist, he might decide that he’d missed a bit, but instead of a paintbrush, he’d take up his belt again and correct it. Emi held her breath, not daring to move until he told her to. Apparently satisfied, Birch moved round to stand in front of her. He bent down, putting one finger under her chin and tilting her tear and mascara streaked face upwards. His cock was hard, and Emi knew what he wanted her to do before he spoke. “Suck,” he commanded, and Emi. Go on, you can admit it to me. I’m your lawyer now. Everything you tell me is covered by lawyer client confidentiality.”He chuckled.“Let’s leave what I did to get information in the deep recesses of things we’ll talk about some day when you think you’ve done something wrong, and need to be convinced that what you did wasn’t bad at all.”She looked at him again, but he had distracted her from what she’d just gone through all morning, and her shoulders straightened.“Come to think about it, maybe I.