He loves Sarah, wants to be with her more than he wants to breathe, so why was he fantasizing about being the meat in their teenaged sandwich? Had fuc...ing one sexy teenager suddenly turned him into a sick and twisted pedophile? Uh&hellip,Sarah? Michael pulled himself away from the other girls tantalizing embrace and turned guiltily towards his daughter. I dont&hellip,I mean we &hellip, dont have much here&hellip, How about I take you two out to dinner? He stammered, forcing his hands to remain. And I intend to put things aright regarding the creationof a _proper_ group to control the potion. And, with your help..." Helooked upwards and raised his hands, as if in supplication." ...and ourLord's, I shall -- _we_ shall - prevail." Amen."* * * * *"You sure you ain't got no beer, Colonel?" Fred Reinhardt asked for thethird time. Reinhardt was a short, heavyset man in an expensive, butill-fitting, dark gray suit. He had a round face with brown eyesdeeply set in a round, jowly face and. She felt like a carpenter gazing on his saws and chisels.Or perhaps a painter looking at his selectionof colours, she decided.She began picking out the appropriate components and arraying them along the table beside her bed.A blindfold, two ear-plugs,a rubber ball-gag, two nipple clamps, a tube of lubricant, two leather ankle cuffs and two leather wrist cuffs, a small butt-plug, a roll of sticky tapeand finally a 'rabbit' vibrator.She closed the lid on the box, and got up to slide it back under. The off site sales office would move on site the week after next. The course would officially open early in the following month. It was still fenced, but I had a set of keys to everything. The company had a four-room suite for executives who needed to spend time there. So far, the suite was seldom used on weekends. There was only a skeleton crew scheduled on site, as the superintendent gave everyone a long weekend. Nobody from the company could get there this weekend, so on Thursday, I phoned.