I felt her curiosity starting to get the better of her, especially when I took hold of my tool and gave it a couple of slow pumps.“It won’t bite. ... promise,” I said when I felt her hesitating to touch it.She blushed, then carefully wrapped her left hand around it and mirrored my earlier motions.“It’s so warm and ... spongy ... but hard,” she commented as her confidence grew.“Feels pretty good to me,” I said as she picked her speed up a little more.“Really?” she said with a humorous look. “You. Alyssa or I would be able to issue you commands that you would instantly obey without question, but I swear to you that it doesn’t work that way with me ... at least not any more.” He gave her a wry smile. “The girls seem to delight in ignoring my orders at the moment.”Lynette had heard a similar explanation from Alyssa and was relieved when he corroborated her story. She was curious to find out more about why the connection had changed, but decided not to push any further, as she could see. The driver finally pulled up infront of the nine story apartment building, one that had been somethingwhen new but as the city grew the posh neighbors moved farther out,avoiding the urban decay that was quickly encroaching upon this onceclassic but now dated and tired looking structure."This is quite beneath me Richard Hollingsworth, I don't understand!"Ms. Lawrence said as they both walked towards the front of the building,her nylons whistling under her tight satin lined wool skirts,. Like, really hurt. That was the firstthing he had noticed. The second thing was that he wasn't at home. Itwas somebody home, as evidenced by the lumpy couch beneath him, butdefinitely not his apartment. It was also very dark. He could justbarely make out the walls around him, but anything else would be a pain.Speaking of pain..."Ow... Where am I?" asked Shane, not expecting a response."That doesn't matter right now," replied a gruff, yet all too familiarvoice. Shane jumped at the disembodied.