“You know ... you were lucky to catch on to think the pamphlet is Earth.”“How so?”“It is obvious when you think of it. None of us in this ro...om were born on Earth. It is a forgotten relic. I wouldn’t have spotted it. Anybody that grew up on Earth would have looked at that pamphlet and knew instantly that it was their planet. You might have had a hint from the DNA evidence, but in the end, the credit goes to you for this discovery.”“Yes, I agree,” Ifra added as Kane nodded. “Captain ... take. Blocking someone from reading your mind or controlling you is fairly basic, but a stronger telepath or two working together can breach that defense quite handily. But a mind wipe ... it's nearly impossible, even to a normal person. The resistance is incredible. The mind itself fights it tooth and nail. To do that to a telepath, to a guide no less ... it must have been several very powerful telepaths." Can we help him?" No. It's been tried. Bernard Philips is gone. Bernie is all that's left .... It couldn’t compete with pecker play...what a rod to experiment with and push all the variables and no motivation had to be understood here...it was always her carnal wanderlust back to Dean’s cock...her hand...her tongue and her coochie ...seeking and needing natural enjoyment ...she moved the moment up a notch and was wanking him...stroke by rapid stroke... exceptional handiwork, hand raised satisfaction and hand reared precum adding to Dean’s increasing delirious male groans.She had always. She was almost as rabid an anti Second Amendment advocate as a certain California politician. It wasn't that guns were evil or bad, after all, her security team kept her safe by force of arms, it was the fact that without the Second ... the provisions of the rest of the protections of the people were no longer valid.That was what "the Ruling Class" wanted. The problem was, the Ruling Class was getting old. Old men and old women, steeped in power and privilege, were dying. They were Law Makers.