You can change at your new place. Right now, your clothes are sitting in a bag by the front door," I told her, my eyes looking hard at hers."Sven, are... you well?" she asked, "What are you talking about 'my new place'?" she asked, with a glint of fear in her eyes."You don't think that I am going to let you continue to live here with me, while you are fucking your boss and cuckolding me." I barked at her, with a cold stare in my eyes.She hesitated for just a moment. I have to give her credit — she. Everything was coated with a fine layer of dust. A cup and a plate on the table were covered with dried fungus.I was pretty sure no one else was here, because the same dust that covered everything was also covering the floor and it was undisturbed.There were three bed rooms with personal belongings strewn around. Uniforms, Coveralls and other items of clothing stored in the personal lockers of each room. The third room appeared most disorderly the simple non-matic bed was unmade. A PDD lay on. ”“Yes.”“Well, they were doing something I didn’t think families ever did.”“What was that?” I asked, my interest starting to peak.Again he hesitated.“They were having sex.”I looked straight at Jeff and waited for him to continue, not saying anything.“Peter was between his mother and father, having sex with his mother while his father was having sex with him. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing but I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they continued for quite a while.”Now my interest was. My sincere pledge on that."It involved mesmerism, of course. Deep mesmerism. Restructing a person's self-image and belief systems was analogous to doing major chirurgy, but in this instance it was psychic chirurgy. The subject's index of cogitation potential was at the high end of the normal range, so it was only a matter of adding about 30 MEQ-equivalent marks to bring him to the desired level. Certain abilities required enhancement. A newly concocted elixir, Neurpromazine-B, increased the.
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