For fifty, I bet you that I can bite my right eye.”Mike thought this was impossible, but it would be worth fifty just to see him do it. “Ok, Artie... you’re on for fifty.”Artie grinned, popped out his glass right eye, bit it, and pushed it back in.Mike slid the fifty over the bar and laughed. “Artie, how many people have you gotten with that one?”Artie said “Plenty, but I’m running out of bars. But, just to show you I’m a sport, how about double or nothing that I can bite my left eye?”Mike. He knew that I was afraid of them. Why did he have one? Unless... fear gripped my heart.Toby grabbed the mic away from the lady. "Conner, this is Toby Curtis. I am here to help you." Shut up!" Conner's voice was unlike anything I had ever heard before from him. It was filled with anger, pain and even hopelessness. A Voice that I would have expected to come from some deranged lunatic, not my loving husband. "I know what you are doing. You are trying to stop me! But I can't be stopped. I HAVE to. She looked a little bemused at Veen’s amazement.“Oh yes, those are all over the place in this area now ... they were the cargo of that freighter, that say the fur is highly prized amongst the more primitive civilisations ... they’ve spread like wildfire here, the climate suiting them, and few predators, the stockade people have thousands of the pelts, but they just keep multiplying...” Varnella had also stopped stock still on seeing Veen do likewise, for once having wealth rather than sex to. "Yes," I whispered, not even realizing I was speaking."We have very strict rules. You must not speak of this anywhere. This is a private club and privacy is essential. You do not give your name or ask for other's names. You are here for the experience and when you leave you take memories and nothing else. Nod if you understand."I nodded jerkily, the woman's voice so intimidating with its intensity that I felt myself curling up inside myself."Good. Let's begin."I felt my blouse being unbuttoned.