This left me alone with Jane, free to let my hypnotic explorations run amok (insert maniacal laughter here). That first weekend, I completely forgot t... make her forget what we'd done. She remembered me tricking her into thinking she was at home alone in her own bathroom, getting ready for a shower. She remembered thinking she still had her clothes on. She remembered role-playing as a cat-girl in heat, a naughty nurse, a saucy French maid, and even a mindless sex robot. She remembered me. A smile grew on his lips as he thought back to when Mary had first come into their household. He had been a kid then, but as he entered puberty and became more aware of his sexuality, he had found that Mary was the best spank material he had. The girls at school, though cute never really got him hard enough. Mary was just under 40. She was a prime example of the MILF. Hot, tight and sexy. She had caught Silas jerking off while watching her tan by the pool. She had confronted him later that day. He’s got little accountants in pinstripe suits and pocket protectors, each about yea big. They’re shoving him in differing directions.”“That’s fairly specific, but you never mentioned they wear clothes before. You mean like ours? Are they imitating us, or did we get the design from them?”“I assume they adapted the part based on their victims. The cutters’ wore seamstress outfits, complete with scissors. However, not all wear clothes, only a few. The major mental illnesses don’t bother with the. . I don't know how many of them still do, so what I'll do is call each of them now, and if he's agreeable to having sex with any of you, I'll give all of you his number to put into your phones. I can give you Max's now, because I just finished checking with him and he's got a date with Kelly already."I recited Max's number, with the Targets and Semi-Targets faithfully recording it.Then I phoned each of my remaining team members. All the calls went much the same. "I've got several very nice.