A pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses covered his eyes. Overall, Miranda though he looked like a cross between a used-car dealer and a heroin addict. He was cu...rently dusting himself off and reaching down to pick-up a matchbook and a now-crushed cigarette from off the ground, ignoring the prone girl completely. ‘Damn it,’ he swore at his ruined cigarette, before turning his gaze on Miranda, ‘What, are you blind or just stupid?’ he demanded in a heavily accented voice that sounded like it could have come. It was from the dating service. No man had asked her out on a date since she split up with Jack nearly two months earlier. Roxanna eagerly tore open the envelope and read it. She couldn't believe it! Dan—the very same Dan whose own written profile had so intrigued her—the man she seemed to keep running into without getting to know each other—had read her profile! He wanted to ask her out. Was it okay for the dating service to give Dan her phone number? Was it okay? Oh hell yes, it was more. She thought of him as 'The Traveler, ' going so far as to put that name her file of MPC users.The Traveler had many, many subjects. Thousands of them just within the 500 km radius. From his schedule, Alex guessed that he made ten stops on his 'tour' every month, at three days each. That meant he had twenty to thirty stops, assuming that he stopped at each one every cycle. If he had three to five thousand subjects in each city, he would be in control of perhaps 100,000 to 150,000 people. That. The sensation goes deep within her, causing her to take in a sharp breath, enjoy the arousal and then exhale with pleasure. He wraps his fingertip with the lace, scratching and pulling his way from her inner pussy lips to her clit. Right before his eyes, she oozes wetness, the droplets seeping from her pores. Her body withers on the bed, trying to escape the feelings and yet give into them at the same time. ‘Now you can see why you are tethered to the bed. I wanted you to just accept this,.