" Sorry, S-sir..." Shivering evoked a stammer.Ron removed the beer, switched hands, and started toying with the erected nipple. "So what's your sad st...ry?" 'What the fuck would induce you to come here and let me fuck with you like this?' he added mentally."I lost my virginity and became pregnant in one act," Abigail related. "To him, I was a stupid bitch that provided a one-night stand with some unwelcome consequences -- but my father is influential and he made the guy marry me, although he. Maybe we could eliminate the mundane tasks, or at least cut way back."Johnny, why do you need the halls and stairways? Can't the prisoners be transported anywhere they need to be? Would it be too much of a strain on your transporters to do it that way?" No. We can easily manufacture dedicated transporters for the job. We thought the subjects would be more comfortable doing it in a way that was more normal to them - at first anyway," he said."We are talking about the same type of prisoners. Johnson was it? I held my hand out. Jack…call me Jack. Mr. Johnson is my father and what my employees call me. And I would certainly know if you were one of my employees. He took my hand and kissed it gently. I felt him inhaling my scent, and I smiled. May I have my hand back? I looked over at him with a coy smile and flirty eyes. May I have this dance? he stared back into my innocent looking dusty blue/grey eyes awaiting my response. I nodded, walking behind him as he led me to the dance. He said, “First, I don’t want you to feel embarrassed or ashamed of anything. Please believe me when I tell you that I am a very non judgmental person. There is probably nothing you can tell me that will be a shock. I hope you have the confidence in me to speak openly. Ask me anything you like.”i was very nervous and shyly said, “i’m really confused about yesterday. i don’t understand what happened.” i opened my mouth, but it was hard to get the words out. Eventually, i said, angrily, “i’m.