Then one,two three sets of hands begin to fondle my tits, squeezing and pinching and groping before you say enough and pull me from the car pulling my...leash and guiding me to the door. As we enter I hear music and people every where around us, my nipples are at attention in the cool air and as we cross the room you commandHere slut, raise your arms over your head. Now whore! I lift my arms and they are attached to some invisible clasp I cannot see holding me captive. Now let's see if my slutty. I told Jack, the manager, that I really hadn’t messed with girls but admitted that I beat off a lot. He laughed and told me that was what guys do and he did too. Well, that was a relief because I was going to ask him how long do guys do that. He assured me guys do it for a very long time even as they get old. Well, I had trousers to buy and we picked out a pair and they had to be altered so I followed Jack back to the alteration room. He told me to slip them on and he would measure my inseam. I explained my problem and asked for some metal to protect me. They made a phone call and a sheet of mild steel came in. It was not good but it certainly was better than the shielding in the machine. I gave the standards for x-ray exposure that were in effect in 2004. The doctors were incredulous of my requests and thought I was just being a child.When I was ready, the cadaver was wheeled in. I had my own gown on, complete with a hat and a mask, as if this were an operation. The latex gloves. My first shot is you. At this distance, I won’t miss. Is an empty house worth your life? We didn’t have much but it’s hidden now. It won’t be found. You know me well enough to know that I’m not bluffing.”Charles paled realizing that he would be first to die. He looked around. I realized he had nowhere to go and now knew it. I saw one of the “back seat” guys from last time get out. He shouted, “Mister Anderson, resistance is futile. We can take you.”“I don’t think so. At least, you won’t.” I.