“You aren’t taking them off?” Lauren mumbled, slightly hoping Jack didn’t hear it. “ ‘The panties are staying on Babe’” Jack teasingly...quoted her, making sure he didn’t pull his face too far away so the words would go straight into her groin. Lauren was getting antsy, her show was coming to an end and she hardly knew what happened. The entire time he was just pressing, breathing, and teasing, keeping her panties on would soon be uncomfortable. She decided to take some action herself, popping. Er war sich vollkommen im Klaren darüber das er einer Gehirnwäsche unterzogen worden war, dass die seltsamen Mails nur ein Trigger gewesen waren. Die völlig sinnlosen Antworten waren in seiner Programmierung verborgen gewesen und waren nur der Beweis das er unter Kontrolle war. Selbst sein Verstand hätte unmöglich die richtigen Antworten senden können, da die Worte auf keinerlei System basierten, sondern vollkommen willkürliche Abfolge waren.„Jetzt ist ausgerechnet der paranoide Kontrollfreak. Coach Travis started walking to me. I started regaining my senses and became conscious of everyone else around me. “That’s what I admire about you, Greg.” Coach clapped me on the back. “You run practice like it’s a race. That time will win you league finals when the season starts.” I grinned, soaking in the praise. I had been dedicating myself to running since I was 12 and was glad to see the work pay off. “Alright, guys,” Coach Travis said. “That’s it for this practice. Hit the lockers.” I. “Who are you, what are you doing here and by whose permission did you land?”“I can answer those questions for you. I am Roberta Jones, Ambassador Jones to some people; President of Jones Business Groups. As of tomorrow I am your new boss, which includes approving your paychecks. That also includes ownership of this property so I authorized the landing. I am here to inspect this site.”“I was always told first impressions were important. So far I’m not impressed. Let’s start the inspection with.