You’re loaded for bear,” she said. Her nimble tongue came out and she ran it up his cotton-clad stalk. The heat of his loins hit her like a blast ...urnace. Her painted face seemed to glow in the incandescence of his crotch and he wondered if that fiery heat would melt her mascara. She drew the elastic of his shorts out. His cock levered out at an unhindered angle. She pulled his shorts down his thighs. She was staring at his naked pecker and her face was taut with concentration. She licked her. "Hmmm?" Timmi asked, looking up."So, Playboy huh? Congrats." Yeah," Timmi perked up, finally able to have a discussion. "I can'twait till it comes out. Everyone will stare."Zoe harrumphed. "They stare now," Timmi giggled in response.Timmi was confused by Zoe's ribbons, they were all over the place....yet in rigidly organized patterns."Man, we haven't hung out enough lately. How is everything? Haven'tseen much of you since... well, Spring Break," Zoe plucked anotherstring. "Besides decking. "This may not be the best place to get into this," I thought to them. Everyone was still connected and I could see them settling down.Kathy Lynn was in shock. I could sense her fear rising as she realized that what she had just done was impossible. "I can't be hearing people's thoughts! That's insane. Maybe that asshole Stan really did hurt me with that last punch. I must be hallucinating!" she thought.It was Jessica who spoke next."Kathy Lynn, my name is Jessica, and I'm Michael's architect.. ”“Fine!” Jenkins barked. Then he unlocked the handcuffs from the desk and me. “But if he escapes or hurts you to do so, that’s completely on you. I’ve warned you multiple times.”“Yes, you have, Officer,” Mr. Van Dusen said. “Now, if you do not mind, I would like to speak to my client alone.”Jenkins grumbled something under his breath and left, closing the door softly after him.Mr. Van Dusen waited for several long heartbeats and then turned to me. “I have spoken to both Officers. They have.