We're back on her jet headed toward Leadville and Stacy asks, "Sam, why are you still wearing your old clothes?"I tug at my sleeve and reply, "Stacy t...ese are comfortable for me, besides I might get my new clothes dirty."Stacy laughs, "Sam, I bought you new clothes because you really needed to update your image on the Truth Network. I was surprised that Liz let you get away wearing those old clothes for so long."I reflect some on her comment and reply, "Liz never suggested I wear anything other. I spotted Anne again round about 1.00 am, it looked like she was saying goodnight to Phil as he left the room as I was walking over to suggest to Anne it was time for bed. On arriving in our room I noticed the bed covers were a little messier than when we left earlier in the evening but I put it down to a memory lapse, though on actually getting into bed I felt a damp sticky spot on my pillow after touching it with my fingers and smelling them I realised it was a guys cum. I turned to Anne and. “All appears to be secure Doctor Gance. I have to make sure that any wireless networks are disconnected also. As for now all satellite, cable, dsl, ISDN, and broadband communications have been shut down. Now also shutting down the WLAN and wi-fi connections. For now we are isolated though without further updates I might lose that control.”I nodded as I started to connect the data crystal then started to type. A moment later Sheila put a hand on my arm stopping me. Pointing to a command on the. ’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot, fuckhole, twat, quim, gash.’ She spoke the words faster and faster now, more adamant, they were becoming her mantra her chant. Each time she finished a sentence she came in, each time she came she felt her resistance crumbled more, she felt herself become more open, more defenseless to the word she was saying. ‘i’m a cunt, a pussy, honeypot,.