"More good than bad I hope," Colonel Jerrik muttered. The two of them watched the labs techs sifting through what was left of the mainframe. There was...a glass partition between them and the clean room. Everything was laid out neatly but still fit on a single table. Next to the computer were the remains of three assassin bots. There was some discussion about this; there might have been four of the expensive robots, but their self-destruction mechanisms were so thorough, no one could say for sure. ”“She didn’t want to talk to me?” asked a surprised Faith.“Oh, she did. We told her you were sleeping. And she said she would be gone another week; something about complications.”This was not good news at all for Faith. She felt her heart sink at the knowledge that her ordeal was to be extended. She would just have to work harder at finding a way to escape. But so far, there hadn’t really been a chance. She had either been locked in that escape-proof stall or had her arms chained together. She said that she wished that she had told me not to go, or had grabbed my arm to hold me there. I was in shock hearing her say these things, where was this coming from, what was happening. Sara told me that she has been turned-on by me and was using that as inspiration when she masturbated. She said that she had always thought of me as more than a big brother, I was her hero, her protector, I was her best friend. Sara continued to explain her actions to me, and as she did I begin to realize I. I knew she could do the job and I knew I was going to hire her. It was just a matter of settling the details. But first I wanted to know more about her."Were do you live?" Right this moment, nowhere. I've bailed out of my apartment. My soon-to-be ex-husband made life untenable for me." Where are your things? Clothes and stuff?" In my truck. I'll find a place." Are you working right now?"She shook her head. "No ... but I've got a few bucks the lazy SOB couldn't get his hands on." Did he get.