I tried to make peace between us as I added, "I have no quarrel with you. I admit that I was a bit frightened at first having a stranger in my house. ...I am puzzled as to how you got here and would like some answers, but you are free to go if that's what you want to do."She looked at me in obvious doubt. She almost whispered, her voice cracking from the strain of her previous outbursts, "I can go? Just like that, you hunt me down, try to break my arms, squeeze the life out of me and now I can. He hesitated for a second before continuing towards the changing room. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He. M.”“Dan, would you wear something for me?” I asked. Dan’s eyes lit up as the corners of his mouth began to turn upward into a smile. “I don’t know, what do you want me to wear?” “A jockstrap and your nylon Onion Skins track shorts” I replied. “Hmm, anything else? I have several pair of Onion Skins. Any particular color? What kind of shirt?” I told Dan that I wanted him to wear just the jock strap and orange shorts. He nodded and said “You got it.”Then I remembered the pantyhose and said “I. He locked it with the huge iron key he had been given, and went downstairs. His room was actually the safest place in the city. He had placed a 'guardian, 3rd class', inside. It would take care of any people not authorized to be there. While it wouldn't actually kill anyone, it would render them unconscious, and keep them that way until his return.Eric hated the defensive shield, which was used against possible or actual mental probes from paranormal people. It made his head buzz, but he would.