The fear, the terror, the pain...with all of that, you still can't prevent your body from responding to my touch. You're already dripping wet despite...yourself, and I immediately sink to the hilt, pressing painfully inside you. There's pleasure too, though...as much as you'd like not to feel it, it's there. All of my weight is on your throat as I support myself on my hands clamped about it. Your eyes grow wide as you realize that I'm strangling you. Every now and then, I release a tiny bit. The other's laughter was more dutiful than spontaneous, but it got him a whack on the deltoid by the former President.If you kept up with your conditioning, sailor, Stephanie 'told' him, you wouldn't be in any danger. Now take me upstairs and make a slut out of me.The obvious rejoinders were, with effort, withheld as Stephanie made a half-hearted apology and bade her father goodnight, then went off to find her room, the Secret Service man in tow.Steve, smiling, watched her go, a father's pride. Time for a pickup game." Gales of laughter followed."I just want my clothes ... those over there in a pile. See, I'm being pledged this week and I was told to get my clothes here." Vic was looking frantically from face to face, searching for sympathy there as he feebly tried to explain his predicament."And you'll get them, of courses." replied Linda. "But first we have practice; there's a big game coming up next week. Gym rules are you have to play in uniform; no make-shift stuff. So you can't. She still had the little jumper device givento her by Galaxia, imbedded into her wrist. Only her extra-long middlefinger could reach it to activate it though while in stasis.And it was that which had first allowed her to escape. She was unawarethat it had taken nearly two Millennia to move that finger in stasis.But then she discovered what her clones had been up to. That she wasbranded a Traitor by the other First Beings. The only two who knew thatshe'd tried to warn them were gone without a.