* * * ‘Dungeon’ wasn’t exactly the word Alan would have used to describe the room to which he was confined. It more closely resembled a hospital...room, the walls were white and antiseptic, and he was still, of course, lying bound in a straightjacket on a hospital gurney. Furthering the scene was the IV bag on the stand next to the bed, a catheter in his arm slowly feeding fluids to his veins. He didn’t know what they were giving him, but he felt debilitated. It was morphine, dulling his senses,. I wasn't being a stalker. I kept my distance. Now, I think I'll take a break so you two can talk to each other.”The screen went blank again.We sat in silence for a moment, staring at the blank and silent television. Finally, Amy turned toward me and asked, “How well did you know my mother?”Here it comes. I felt my face start to burn.“We went to school together, all the way from first grade. We played at each other's houses as kids, hung out with the same people. We had classes together. Her nips instantly went hard, peaking up out of the darkening pink circle that surrounded them. Again and again and again. Her body squirmed and jerked until he moved to press it hard against her swollen clit. He increased the intensity and smirked as his adopted daughter cried out and gripped the bed sheets. Without warning, he shoved the little bullet into her wet hole, holding it against her virgin g-spot. Abby came hard, three times, convulsing and sobbing through each orgasm --the final. "Michael escorted the girls to the staircase, then hesitated as they started up."Aren't you coming?" Cherrill asked."I am instructed to be somewhere," Michael replied, as politely as possible. "But," he grinned, "I fully intend to seek you out later, my darling ladies." He bowed, very formally. "Until then." Okay," Victoria said, grinning at him. To Cherrill, she said, on their way up the wide staircase, "I feel like bloody royalty! – Invited to see the Princess? Of course, madam! Right this.