That Friday morning, she did greet me at her locker, but the kiss was missing. Instead, she stood in front of me, her arms wrapped around her, holding...her books against her chest like a shield and addressed my feet rather than my face.“You didn’t call me last night before bed.”I shrugged. “I kind of thought you didn’t want me to.”She lifted her head to look at me, her eyes ablaze, and said, “Of course I wanted you to!”“I’ll talk to you in the morning, you said. To me, that means don’t call me. " And you were better than her?" In many things yes, but still she insisted on leading and I had no desire to push the issue. She led well and I preferred not to be responsible for the others." But she knew you were better and it irritated her because you both knew it?" Yes," he said and now I could hear the smile in his voice even though I could not see it through the mask. "But how do you know her?" Apparently, just as you did, she works for Interpol and she was sent to assist in catching. When he turns back a second later he's holding a long silver object. He switches the device on and the shiny vibrater buzzes to life like a hive of angry wasps. It's brought against her sensitive clitoris and Lilly lets out another set of half-hearted complains. "You belong to me, I own this sweet little cunt, do you understand me, Lilly?" She mutters something but grits her teeth through another forced orgasm. "I cant hear you Lilly, say it," he pushes, "tell me that I own this juicy. "Especially after Bernard mentioned that it was the same lander he used earlier. If he had just used it, why test it now? In addition, it may be that they are growing more astute at reading our body language and involuntary reflexes. When I made the mistake of detailing alternate uses for the lasers, for example, Akakha clearly made the connection to the lander 'damage.' And even to a low-technology observer that damage was obviously strictly cosmetic. They cannot be sure, but I think they were.