She didn’t remember why she woke up that night. She remembered the white ceiling and the images playing out inside her head. Silent images. She coul... not hear the ticking of the Bugs Bunny clock on the night stand, she could not hear the wheel of her hamster turning, she could not hear her own heavy breathing, and she could not hear the man screaming. The image was tinged in red. Everything was covered in the color. The man’s hands, his face, his clothes, the inside of his mouth. And the other. I was scared." Scared?" I said, "haven't you had sex with him?" She blushed even deeper and shook her head. "No Mike, I've never had sex with anyone. I'm still a virgin." I thought for a moment, surprised that she was confiding in me then said, "and what you were errr, doing then, do you do that often?" I asked. Her face got really red as she struggled to answer. "Yes. I've heard some of my friends talk about how nice it feels when they have sex with their boyfriends and I'd love to try it, but. As it was, I was to discover that my shy, retiring personality had its outgoing, exhibitionist opposite buried deep within me. Itwas this personality that came out as I began to explore other things, things like the smooth, sensual sensations of wearing women's lingerie. I started out with just my mother's underwear, but as I explored the delights of the internet, I became bolder and began to order plenty of things of my own, I did, after all, have the advantage of my parents' vast wealth and. ..”“I know that fucker can outmaneuver me,” Worthington snarled, his voice tight as his gaze jumped from one screen to the other. “I fucking hate to admit it, but I agree with what you said. He always wins. Also, like you said, he thinks he can win, and you think he can, and by damn, I suppose he can. So screw the maneuvering. We’re gonna make him come to us. You sure our stealth is on and operating properly?”“Yeah, but you know it only limits the distance he can detect us, and it works the.