My father had always described me as been just like him, stubborn. I knew I had to stop but my horror made me continue. The cities weren’t safe but ...either was trekking through a severe snowstorm. I eventually came to my senses as I tripped over an object concealed by the snow. With my hands outstretched, I cushioned the fall against a nearby tree trunk. The rough, hard bark ripped through the wool of my gloves and grazed the palms of my hands, drawing blood to the surface. A sharp stinging. Your cock is hardening, but I pretend not to notice. I move a half-step, and turn so you can see my strappy red fuck-me shoes. I like to stand there and let you look. I run my hands over my breasts, my thighs, smoothing the lace. I am in no hurry. Your cock kicks like a startled horse."Untie me!" you say.I just shake my head and smile a little. You have to be punished. I turn and slowly walk towards the chest of drawers, enjoying the way the high heels make my hips sway as I move. I have. Then that alien creature is not just a baby, but a female, girl child that grows up into a woman kind of baby. Then to add insult to injury, the woman who promised you she’d birth your brat, raise them, and help you muddle through the rest of your sorry life goes and kicks the bucket on ya, but the skinned rat lives through it all. If I was a mind reader, I think it might go something like that.So, there’s my da, trying to figure out where and when the Mother Ship is arriving, my tough as nails. ?Hold on a second David, I’m going to unlock your hands now,? explained Jennifer in a business like voice.As the handcuffs came off both wrists, Jennifer told me that I could remove the scarf myself. As I did this, I heard a loud CLUNK of a heavy door closing and as soon as I blinked to regain some focus, I realised that I was now in a small jail-cell looking back out at Jennifer through bars of thick steel.?What the fuck is this all about Jennifer,? I demanded??Well David, this is my.