She seemed to think that this was a better way of workingthrough the problem than all that pesky research science and lab testing.The more I heard, th...e more I agreed with Lucas. This was insane.We arrived at the far end of the room which had a huge window in it.Through the window I could see down into a huge test bay. The bay was thesame white and steel color of all the other labs except this one had amassive machine, with stairs up the side to a platform on top, set up inthe middle of it."So. One of my primitive instincts I am always urge to celebrate is smell, so turned my face to her and did some subtle but serious sniffing.There was hardly a sent of parfume, but there was serotones, oriental herbs and undeniable promise. My first girlfriend had been Indonesian, deflowering was in the air.As my human 5-legged insect was slowly finding its way to the crossroad, the intersection where the devil waits I felt some movement underneath. My breath stopped which she must have noticed.She. The limo passed through the gate without stopping, which I thought was a bit strange until we arrived at Caitlin's house. Parked directly across from her front door was one of the mobile television trucks from the local station. I suddenly had a totally different realization about this evening's events.As the limo pulled into the drive, a man with a camera stepped out from the front door and prepared to photograph me "arriving for my date." Once he was satisfied with the sequence of snaps, I. "I jumped back when Jillian kicked my mother's swollen right breast, making her cry out. "That's MISTRESS Jillian to you cunt! And we're no where near finished 'playing' today." Owe... but... but..." It was clear my mother was anxious to end this sick perverted game with her daughter present. But Jillian was having none of it. Reaching into a little bag she had brought with her, she pulled out two paper clamps and held them to my mom's eyes."See, I told you I had them somewhere. Now you can.