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Book 3: Wrinkles in Time
Part 3
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sheila Belloq lay in blackness on the dusty stone shelf carved into the catacomb wall. She had barely managed to hide and turn off her light in time as her nemesis, Zachary Jones, entered the burial chamber. She rolled back against the mummified corpse sharing her narrow shelf space as Jones’ light beam swept past her hiding place, then leaned forward again as he passed her. His light beam was illuminating the altar at the end of the chamber as he approached it.

She sat up partially so she could see the combination of movements that opened the secret panel in the wall in front of him, gazing with lust-filled eyes as a section of the stone wall slid noisily open to reveal a tiny recess previously hidden. She leaned farther forward, her eyes reflecting the glitter of what his portable light revealed.

Zachary Jones heard her quiet gasp echo through the chamber and quickly spun around, pistol in hand. His portable light flashed back and forth, frantically searching for the source of the sounds as Sheila dropped to the ground and pressed up against a protruding pillar.

“I know you’re here,” he called out to her. “I won’t let you have it!”

His eyes still searching the ruins, he reached behind him and closed the secret panel. He could hear Sheila’s soft laughter – and the sound of a rifle bolt being quietly pulled back.

“Belloq!” he screamed at her, his heart pounding. “You won’t kill me! You’re not a murderess!”

His eyes searched the surrounding darkness. His light frantically moved from one possible hiding place to another, trying to search her out.

“Only I know how to open the chamber, Sheila,” he said into the darkness. “The wrong combination will trigger the booby trap that will kill anyone who tries to leave. You need me alive, darling.”

As his echoes died away, he could hear her laughter echoing through the chamber, hot on the heels of his ‘darling’ as it faded away.

“Zack, sweetheart, I’ve been in here all day searching,” she called out, turning her head away from him so that her voice echoed and didn’t reveal her location. “I know where the traps are. The only thing I didn’t know was the combination…”

Her sultry voice echoed through the catacombs. “And now, you’ve given that to me, just like you’ve given me everything else I ever wanted from you.”

While she was talking, he quietly cocked his pistol, hoping the lovely, echoing sound of her voice would drown out the quiet little click. His ruse didn’t work. She heard his gun cock.

“Darling! Would you actually use that on me?” Sheila asked, her sexy voice echoing through the chamber. “After all we had together? Tisk tisk… I liked your other gun a lot better…”

Zachary could hear her shifting her position as she moved her legs around. ‘She's over there! Get ready to duck!’

“What we had was one torrid night,” he replied, crouching, getting ready to dive out of her way. “You drugged me, you stole my map, you tried to have me arrested…”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I did all that, but you’ll have to admit you liked what I did before that…”

‘He’s getting ready to move. He should land right… about…’

Zachary dived. As he did, he heard the quiet ‘Pfffft!’ of her dart gun. Then his leg was on fire. He cried out and grabbed his leg, dropping his pistol as he did so. It clattered away into the darkness, sliding down some unseen incline.

Sheila scrambled down from her hiding place, tearing her blouse on a spike sticking out from a collapsed wall, exposing one breast. She knelt down in front of him, a triumphant grin on her face. She didn’t seem to notice the blood leaking out of the cut on the side of her exposed breast.

“So, Zachary Jones, you’re as big a loser as your grandfather,” she laughed, her beautiful, rose red lips grinning widely with a sadistic twist in one corner.

Then she rose and stepped forward, moving the stones in the same sequence she had memorized while watching him. The panel slid open. Sheila reached inside.

“That necklace… belongs… in a museum!” Jones declared, gasping from the efforts of the sleepy dart in his leg.

His face was covered with sweat. Then the powerful narcotic overwhelmed him and he collapsed in a heap.

Sheila picked up the jeweled necklace, admiring it in the light from Zack’s portable lamp. She heard a small click from inside of the little vault in the wall. She quickly stepped sideways. There was a strange numbing sensation in her side. She looked down.

‘Fuck! I wasn’t fast enough,’ she realized as she noticed the little wooden dart sticking out of her abdomen.

She carefully pulled it out and examined it. It was hollow. It was empty. She knew she needed to reach the snakebite kit in her backpack quickly or she was going to die. She was already feeling lightheaded.

She began trotting back toward the entrance – in the same direction from which Zack had come.

‘It doesn’t matter if I walk or run – I can already feel the poison rushing through my system!’

She ran through an unfamiliar passageway.

‘This isn’t the way I came in! Fuck! I’m lost!’

She stopped. Her legs were starting to burn and her lungs were on fire. The venom in the dart was beginning to work, slowly paralyzing her.

‘I need to find my backpack! I’m going the wrong way!’

She staggered back the way she had come – back towards Zack.

‘He should have something. He would never be unprepared for something like this… would he?’

She stepped on a stone, knowing what it was the instant it moved. She dived to one side as a spiked metal arm swung down, barely missing her head. She cried out into the darkness as it slammed into the wall, pinning her left arm and shoulder and making a deep gouge.

‘Bastard! Shit! Fuck! That hurts!’

Groaning loudly, she tried to move it with her right arm, twisting her body around so that she could tear herself off the spike. She succeeded, tearing off most of her blouse in the process, and leaned against the wall, gasping in pain, trying to use the remnants of her blouse to staunch the bleeding. After a moment, she started forward again, each rasping, ragged breath echoing loudly through the underground ruins, one breast totally bare, the other barely covered with the bloody remnants of her blouse.

Sheila’s legs were getting numb from the poison in her blood and it was hard to keep putting one foot in front of the other. She was also sweating profusely, going into shock from the wound in her left shoulder. Up ahead she could see a light.

‘That must be Zack’s lamp! Thank God!’

She stumbled forward toward the light. She kept falling and bruising herself on the sharp edges of things she couldn’t see. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. Her vision was starting to tunnel. She tried to move faster.

‘If Zack has a snakebite kit, it can save me…’

Now Zack was lying right in front of her. Sheila looked around for his pack.

‘There it is!’

She thought she saw it lying in the shadows off to one side. She turned and stepped onto another trigger stone.

‘Nooo!’

She turned and tried to duck. She knew this trap was here and she still walked right into it. The heavy spiked arm swung down and pinned her against the wall. She looked down at herself, at the long, heavy spikes sticking into of her chest and stomach, and wept. She coughed up a modest amount of blood, just enough to drool onto her bare breasts, then her head fell forward and she slumped, still pinned against the wall by the spiked metal arm.

Time passed. Zachary Jones woke up. His portable lamp was almost dead. He found his canteen and used it to clean out the foul taste in his mouth and to wash his face. As he raised his head to drain the last of his water down his throat, he jumped, suddenly shocked, and choked on the water. Not ten feet away, dimly lit by Zack’s dying lamp, Sheila’s limp, bloody corpse was staked to the wall, the priceless jeweled relic lying on the ground by her feet where it had fallen from her lifeless fingers.

Zack rose unsteadily to his feet. His leg where she shot him with the dart was stiff, sore and still swollen. He staggered over to where Sheila was and shined the flickering light on her. He saw the dart wound and the gash in her shoulder from her encounter with the other trap and knew what had happened.

“You were my best student,” he moaned sadly to her lifeless, but still wet and sexy body, his voice uneven with emotion and exhaustion. “Where did you go wrong?”

He reached down and picked up the necklace. Carelessly putting it into his pocket, he shuffled away toward the entrance.

“Cut!” the director cried out. “That was magnificent!”

The lights came on, brightly illuminating the boxes, plastic rocks and pillars that made up the recording stage.

Katie pushed the spikes away from her as Doc Frank, as he was known on the set, trotted over to her. She hissed as she moved, favoring her shoulder.

“Here, let me take a look at that,” Frank said, sounding concerned.

He frowned, suddenly concerned about the depth of her shoulder wound. He handed her a bottle of brownish liquid for her to drink.

“The first spike didn’t retract,” she told him through clenched teeth. “I must’ve hit it wrong or something…”

She yelped as her brother shoved an absorbing sealer into the hole in her shoulder.

“That’ll hold until we get you back to the trailer,” her older brother said.

Doc Frank shoved the spiked arm still holding his sister against the ‘cave’ wall out of the way and wiped the fake blood off Katie’s breasts and belly to check the dark bruises where that last spiked arm had struck her. Luckily, all four spikes had dispensed their bloody residue and retracted properly, leaving only her bruised skin where the heavy metal girder had slammed into her.

“Well,” Katie said as she gulped down the last of her special ‘shake’ her brother had invented. “Here’s to the gory end of Sheila Belloq – poor, pathetic, greedy, over-sexed little granddaughter that she was.”

She grimaced at the taste of the concoction he’d given her as it slid down her throat. It was powdered protein mixed with liquefied vitamins, calcium, magnesium, zinc and other dissolved minerals in a sweetened orange-lemon base mixed with raw eggs.

“That she was,” Frank repeated, taking the bottle from her before she dropped. “But, she was incredibly beautiful… Looked just like you, in fact. Just… well, she had a nicer expression on her face.”

Katie grinned at him and gave him a shove. “She wasn’t drinking this stuff!” Then she grimaced, holding her chest.

“Ow! I think I cracked a rib or something,” she gasped as a sudden sharp pain began throbbing beneath one of the dark purple bruises on her chest.

Frank helped her to the edge of the recording stage and into the seat of her personal conveyance.

“I still say this thing looks like a golf cart!” Katie complained, trying to make herself comfortable in the plastic upright seat.

“It is a golf cart,” Frank admitted. “Only the star gets the limo.”

He laughed at the face she made at him. Once in the trailer, Frank determined that Katydid indeed have a broken rib. He carefully wrapped her torso in casting tape and smoothed it down.

“There! You’ll hardly notice you have it on,” he explained cheerfully, handing her a fresh blouse since the one she’d been wearing during that last scene had been thoroughly shredded and destroyed.

The bare, tortured, bleeding flesh that Katie Kelly, Snuff Girl, usually displayed in her movies was always very real, and part of her marketability. The fact that she was willing to bleed for her fans was making her famous, and, oddly enough, beloved, from all the fan mail she was starting to get.

A chime indicated someone at the door. It was one of the producers. He had papers in his hand and a disc. No, two discs. I wonder what the second one is.

Katie smiled at him. Frank excused her by getting up and accepting the stuff in the producer’s hand.

“Please excuse Katie, she cracked a rib on that last shot,” Frank explained.

“No, no. That’s alright,” Alberto said. “I was worried that the shot would be ruined when she got pinned by that girder. It was supposed to take a big chunk out of the wall, not her. Didn’t Richie get the script change to you?”

They both shook their heads. They both knew there was no ‘script change’ sent to them. News of her ‘accident’ would help promote the production.

‘This is why the regular talent won’t work with this creep…’

They kept their complaints to themselves. According to their contract, Katie would be well compensated for any injuries. Plus, this movie would add to her marketability as a snuff girl.

“Is this my copy?” Katie asked, looking at the two discs. She picked them up. One had Claremont logo on it, and the other was a label she didn’t recognize. It was written in…

“What is this?” she asked, looking up at Alberto. “Is this Russian? Hungarian? Anything I might be familiar with?”

“I would ask you the same question,” Alberto said pointedly. “It would appear that you have been doing some ‘underground’ work, contrary to your contract.”

Underground was the popular phrase that reputable Tri-d talent used to describe pornography.

“What?” Frank exclaimed. “Are you trying to get out of paying her?”

An Underground girl only made a fraction of what a legitimate stunt girl would be credited, especially a snuff girl like Katie.

Katie shoved the disc into the Tri-d built into the wall of the trailer. A pretty, blonde girl walked through a doorway. She was wearing… paint?

Katie began fast-forwarded through the recording, not saying anything. Frank just scowled at it.

“That’s not Katie!” he exclaimed. “Look! Her tits are too big! Katie’s not that… voluptuous!”

“Gee, thanks!” Katie said, still mesmerized by the scene playing rapidly in front of her.

She slowed it down to normal speed when she got near the end.

“What do you want me to do?” the girl asked timidly. She was trying to control her sobbing so she could hear what her tormentor was going to tell her.

“I want you to die, of course,” the Hungarian-looking guy said. “Why do you think I asked you here?”

He released the pin. The trap slammed shut. The young girl, suddenly perforated by a dozen long, metal spikes, screamed, gurgled and died. The scene slowly faded.

Katie sat, dumbfounded. “I don’t believe it!”

“I don’t either!” Frank stood up and said menacingly, “That’s not her and you know it! If you don’t want a credit tap on this production, you’ll make sure Katie’s paid according to her contract! Got it?”

He practically shoved the producer out of the trailer. Then he turned around to Katie and started to say something. The look on her face stopped him.

“What is it?” he asked, wondering what was wrong.

Katie blinked several times, seeming to come out of a trance.

“She's really good,” she murmured with a frown on her face. Her eyes seemed unfocused. “I would’ve never guessed… not in a million years…”

“Guessed what?” Frank demanded.

Katie looked up at him and began laughing. She laughed so hard that tears came to her eyes. Then she had to stop. Her still-healing rib hurt too much.

“What’s so damned funny?” Frank wanted to know.

He didn’t like being out of the loop. Katie, trying hard to suppress her giggles, reached over and started the Tri-d again.

An image of a door – a sexy, young girl walks through it wearing nothing but a layer of psychedelic paint.

Katie froze the image and turned off the color. She aimed the controller at the girl’s head and expanded it to give Frank a better view. Frank’s eyes widened unbelievingly at the black-and-white bust hovering above the Tri-d projector as he recognized…

“Mom?” Frank exclaimed, not believing it.

He turned and stared at his sister. She nodded; her face all scrunched up and tears were coming to her eyes from her valiant effort to suppress her maniacal laughter.

‘My mother is an Underground Snuff Girl!’ Frank thought, totally dumbfounded.

Then both brother and sister were laughing, crying, and leaning on each other to keep from falling onto the floor.

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He knows you’re going to be there?” Frank asked.

Tanya nodded. She looked in the mirror at her slut-bod costume. It consisted of two yellow spandex bands, one inch wide, stretched up and down the length of her body. To get into it, she simply had to put one leg into a loop, then stretch it over her shoulder, then do the same thing for her other side. Then she simply unfolded the loops running between her legs so that her best parts were properly, if barely, covered.

She didn’t like the way the bands squashed her boobs, so she slipped each one to the outside so they pushed her boobs together, then found a silky black sash and tied it behind her, covering her breasts with the sexy, nearly transparent fabric. She smiled as she looked at herself again.

She stepped out of her mirrored dressing closet, feeling the spandex bands slip over each other with every step she took. She looked at Frank. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

“These costumes you design for me are primarily made to make me horny as hell, aren’t they?” she asked.

Frank grinned. “No, actually they’re designed to make me horny as hell!”

Tanya grinned and licked her upper lip as she pulled him up off the bed. Her eyes moved quickly up and down, checking out his costume. He was dressed typically; green tights, transparent nylon shirt and a suede vest. She could see the bulge in his tights. She rubbed her spandex-covered twat against his bulge.

“Wanna fuck before we go?” Tanya asked, grinning slyly.

Special missions always excited her. She’d been out of the field for too many years. Now that she had learned how to handle her body (with Beth’s help), and had gotten over her fear of getting hurt, she wanted back in.

“Always!” Frank replied. “You don’t think it will take your edge off?”

He wanted her to be sharp and on her toes. Going after this bastard white slaver could get her hurt or even killed. Tanya was going in as bait. She’d made herself well known in the underground world with that illegal snuff film and somebody out there wanted her. There had already been one failed attempt to crash her into the ground and kidnap her last week.

“Going in horny will take my edge off more,” she replied, truthfully. “I’m liable to let someone do me just for the sensation of being penetrated.”

She ran her thumbs down each spandex band, separating them where they ran down between her legs so that they were folded up into the crease of her legs, exposing her cunt. She rubbed her bare pussy against his bulge again.

“Fuck me!” she demanded. “I need that cock!”

Frank hurriedly pulled his tights down so that the waistband was stretched around the outside of his hard cock just above his balls.

Tanya grinned. “Imaginative – a built-in cock ring. Put it in me, baby!”

She lifted one leg and then she was riding him. They were both so horny that they only fucked for about ten seconds, then Frank was squirting his cum inside her as she shuddered with her own climax. Then he pulled out of her and slipped his tights up over his sticky cock. In just a few seconds, a wet stain appeared on the front of his tights where his cock was still leaking cum.

Tanya wiped her hand between her legs, scooped out some of the results of their lovemaking and smeared it on her bare belly. She loved the smell of their sex and the erotic effect it had on any man who got close enough to catch her ‘freshly fucked’ scent. She planned on getting dry-humped a few times before she got ‘kidnapped’ tonight. Having sex in dangerous places was one of the special benefits of being a field operative.

“I have more boyfriends than James has Bond Girls,” she’d once told Frank when they first met almost a century earlier.

She liked having special benefits like that. What surprised her was that Frank didn’t mind her having those special benefits. The similarities of what her present relationship with her husband was becoming and Frank’s earlier relationship with Béla weren’t lost on her.

Then they were in the limo, heading to the special presentation. There would be lots of snappers there, hoping to get some good shots of all the celebrities that would be attending. Tanya… Tootsie, rather, never disappointed them. Some one lucky bastard would get an exclusive shot of her doing something naughty – she would make sure of it.

“Praetor, can you hear me?” Tanya asked.

‘Is my GPS working?’ she thought, without speaking.

‘Yes, Tanya,’ the Praetor replied in her mind. ‘I can see your location on the satellite monitors.’

“Good,” she replied.

She looked at Frank, sitting uncomfortably straight. There was still a hard ridge in his pants.

“Poor baby,” Tanya cooed. “Let me take care of that for you…”

She pulled his tights down around his knees, then wriggled down between his legs and began licking his cock. It was sticky with cum, both his and hers. She felt the limo slowing down. They were arriving. She sucked feverishly on his cock for a few seconds, feeling the thick vein running up the underside of his cock slowly fill with fluid.

She pulled back and wrapped her tits around him just as he sprayed the underside of her chin and the front of her neck. She moved back and forth, smearing his cum all over her bodice, making her round breasts glisten with sticky wetness.

The driver opened the passenger side door of the limo, peeked inside, then quickly closed it again – but not before one or two flashes lit them up. Tanya was prepared with one eye closed; already winking at the lucky snapper, whoever he was this time, when the door had first opened.

After a moment, Frank knocked on the window and the driver opened the door. Frankie the Third and his slut-bod, Tootsie, climbed out. The strong scent of cum wafted off her body, making her smell like the slut she pretended to be.

‘The slut that I really am…’ she thought, giggling to herself.

They were somewhat bigger celebrities now with the rumors about her underground snuff film. Suddenly there was a microphone in her face.

“Are you worried that something might happen to you?” someone behind a bright light asked her. “Especially after the disappearance of the three underground starlets last month?”

Tanya shook her head. “Have you seen the recording, darling?” Tootsie asked in a nasal voice, noisily popping her gum. “What could be worse than that?”

She grinned and shrugged her shoulders, making sure her tits bounced for the hand-held Tricorder.

“Besides, how do you know it was me?” Tootsie asked, pretending to be too dumb-blonde to realize that she’d practically admitted to doing the film. “Do these tits look like I use them for a pincushion?”

Then the microphone and the recorder disappeared as she was swept toward the entrance by the sudden rush of people trying to get inside.

Once inside, a tall, shapely brunette suddenly appeared between Frankie and his pet slut-bod. A tall, dark and handsome man appeared next to Tanya.

‘Take note, they’re separating us already!’

Tootsie smiled at the handsome man, letting her scent do the talking. Aggressively, she backed him against the wall and ground her mostly naked torso against his. Then she had his cock out and was riding it, rubbing her spandex-covered pussy against his hardness. In just a few seconds, his cum was running down the insides of her thighs. She hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his chest as she shook with her own orgasm.

“Happy dry humping,” she whispered up at him, then walked away, leaving him to quickly tuck his cock back into his pants.

By now, the spandex between her legs was thoroughly soaked. She smelled delightfully erotic. Every man who got within a foot of her automatically reached out for her, his mind suddenly overcome with desire.

‘That’s over-cum, darling… over ‘cum’ with desire! If you’re going to write it down, spell it right!’

As she crossed the room looking for Frank, she was sandwiched between two men, one in front and one behind. They both rubbed their cocks between her legs while caressing her sticky, cum-streaked breasts. She noticed that they were also moving her toward the back of the hall. They added their leavings to what was already running down her thighs before vanishing into the crowd.

‘I need to find a restroom and clean up a little,’ Tanya decided, as the slippery mess reached the insides of her knees.

Looking around, she realized that she was right next to one. Just as she started to walk through the entrance, someone grabbed her arm and swung her around. She looked up into his face.

“Abdullah!” she exclaimed. “What a surprise!”

He backed her on through the door and into the restroom. Someone grabbed her from behind. She felt soft cotton being pressed harshly against her face. She tried to hold her breath, recognizing the sweet, cloying scent.

‘Chloroform! Praetor! I’m being kidnapped! Are you tracking me?’

Then she was unconscious.

She watched as Abdullah cleaned her up between her legs, using his thumbs to move the spandex bands aside so he could dry her off. He wasn’t very successful as her own juices had already pretty much filled her up. Then, unable to resist her well-fucked scent, he shoved his cock deep inside her and pumped several times, then squirted his load into her slippery cunt. He straightened his clothing, went back outside the restroom and motioned quickly for the laundry attendant.

The unconscious Tanya was dumped into the laundry basket and covered with dirty towels, then wheeled outside. Tanya, dream-walking, held on to the side of the cart, allowing her dream self to be pulled along with it. The laundry cart was wheeled up into the back of a van.

“Hello, Praetor, Frank, anybody… I’m being kidnapped! Is anybody interested? Is anybody out there?” Tanya didn’t get an answer. “Hey, guys! This really sucks!”

An hour later she was loaded into another truck. A man jabbed his fingers into her neck, feeling her pulse. Then he injected her with something.

“Hey! Stop that!” Tanya cried out, helpless to do anything to prevent her abductors from… well… abducting her.

She started to black out.

‘Hey! Wait a minute! I’m supposed to be able to dream-walk if I’m asleep! What is that stuff, anyway? Oh, God! I think I fucked up…’

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Frank Junior wearily flipped the switch, turning off the autopilot. He gently set the van down on the landing pad near Jake’s cabin. Katie stirred from the tiny bunk in the rear and looked through the portal (rear window?) to see if her little Lincoln had survived the trip being towed halfway across the continent from South Carolina behind Frank’s van.

‘Well, it’s a Continental, after all. It should be all right,’ she thought, amusing herself with her little play on words.

‘Are you asking a question?’ the Praetor responded.

“No,” replied Katie wearily.

She climbed forward and swung around the door grip, expertly placing her bare feet on the extended running board. Then she stepped backwards down to the ground, almost losing her balance because of the stiffness in her legs and taking an extra step backwards to catch herself.

“Careful, Bug,” Frank said watching her. He pulled their luggage out of the cargo bay and dropped it down by his feet, piece by piece. There were seven bags, total.

“Where did all this stuff come from?” Katie wanted to know.

‘We only had two bags each when we left…’

Then they were in the cabin. Beth was lying on the couch, her tiny arms making her look like a character from a badly drawn cartoon. Béla was coming in from the kitchen with a pitcher and an armload of glasses.

“Hi,” she said cheerfully. “I heard you arriving, so I made some lemonade.”

“How much sugar did you use this time?” Katie asked, remembering the last time Béla made lemonade.

“It’s premixed,” Béla pouted. “Jake bought it for me.”

Katie smiled and helped unload Béla’s armload of glasses, then held one up to be filled.

“Okay, I’ll try it,” Katie replied, pretending Béla might just be trying to poison her with sugar.

“So, how was your trip?” Jake asked.

He set down a couple of extra chairs he’d brought in from the kitchen. Beth sat up and scooted over to give them room on the couch. Katie sat down next to her and smiled. She reached out and touched Beth’s cheek, instantly mind-linking with her. Then they lay quietly on the couch facing each other with their eyes closed, just being together.

‘I missed you…’

‘Me, too. I’m glad you’re back…’

‘Me, too.’

‘Can I see what you’ve been doing, Earth Girl?’

Katie smiled at her new nickname and opened her mind to let Beth experience what she’d been up to for the past ten days. This was actually the first time she’d mind-linked with Beth when she wasn’t nearly dead.

Frank chatted about the trip to Bolivia and told Jake and Béla about some of the scenic sights.

“On our last day there, Katie wanted to go up the mountain. There’s a new ski lodge and she’d been on me to take her there all week.”

“Well, her body hadn’t healed right and she couldn’t hold a ski pole in her left hand. Her ribs were too tender to balance herself on a snowboard, so she decided to toboggan down the side of the mountain.”

“A toboggan?” Jake laughed. “You mean like one of those sleds that go zooming down some sluice?”

Frank grinned. “Yep! Except they didn’t have a sluice. They did have a slope that you could take one down…”

“You know,” Jake expounded. “Those things don’t have brakes! And they’re hard to steer…”

“They’re impossible to steer!” Frank laughed, remembering Katydid’s crazy, terrorizing journey down the mountain in that damned thing.

“We got her laid down in the thing, head forward so she could use her feet behind the rails to steer and to slow her down, and gave her a shove.”

Frank began laughing and couldn’t stop, remembering Katie’s terrified squeals and angry yelps as she plummeted down the side of the mountain at ninety miles an hour on a fragile pair of rails held together by a couple of boards. He’d chased down behind her on a pair of jet skis, staying close enough to hear her yelps of terror as Katie frantically tried to steer the thing with her feet, but he wasn’t able to go fast enough to catch up with her.

Béla curled up in the chair, holding her extended belly and trying not to hurt herself laughing while she watched the exciting, comedic scene unfolding in Frank’s mind.

Katie finally turned the sled completely sideways at a hundred miles an hour and flipped it over. She flew about seventy or eighty feet in the air and landed, amazingly unhurt, but completely terrified, in the top of a pine tree, which threw her back down into ten feet of freshly fallen snow. The parts of the toboggan that hadn’t disintegrated when it flipped over splintered into tiny pieces against the thick trunk of the same tree.

Frank jetted over the rise just in time to see her being ejected from the tree and hear her raucous wail suddenly muffled as she disappeared into the deep snow. After several minutes of frantic digging, he uncovered a very dejected and depressed Katydid.

“Are you all right?” Frank asked.

He was trying really hard not to laugh in her face. He tried to control himself by thinking about how badly she could have been hurt.

Katie glared at him, her face and eyes red from the impact with the freezing snow.

“Can we go somewhere? I have to change…”

Then she started calling Frank all sorts of vile names as he rolled around in the snow, braying with laughter. Finally, sobbing angrily, with tears of frustration running down her frozen face, she dropped down on her knees and started beating on him.

Béla, Frank and Jake sat on the kitchen chairs with their heads together, Béla mind-linking them so Jake could share the experience. They were all laughing so hard they had to hold each other up.

After a moment, Jake looked up. Beth and Katie were sitting with their legs folded demurely beneath them on the couch, staring at them like they were three laughing idiots.

“I’m sorry, girls,” Jake apologized. “I couldn’t help it. It was just so… unexpected…”

‘It’s better than any Tri-d I’ve ever seen!’

Katie’s intense stare was interrupted by a tiny ‘peep’ next to her. She turned her head toward Beth, to discover that Beth had buried her head against the back of the couch, doing her best not to make any noise. Her face was contorted with her intense effort not to laugh.

‘I thought you were my friend!’ Katie thought at her, with a lot of indignation.

Then Katie was laughing, too. ‘I don’t have any choice! Bastards! Every one of you!’

After everyone tearfully apologized (sincerely) to Katie for laughing at her, Jake and Frank went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

‘At least with two of them out there, we might get something edible…’

Béla excused herself and teleported to her bedroom, “to rest awhile.”

“So, how have you been doing,” Katie asked.

Beth held her tiny arms up. “They’re growing back. It just takes so long. Jake still tells me I’m pretty, but when he takes me, I can tell Béla’s the one he wants. But he can’t do it with her, now. She says it hurts the baby. It’s too big.”

“I think you’re pretty,” Katie said quietly.

‘Mom was right. Just being close to her makes you want to do it.’

She leaned forward and gently kissed Beth on the mouth. Katie’s body suddenly decided to remind her of how long it’s been since she last had sex. Beth radiated her desire, responding to Katie’s unintentional sexual broadcast. Katie hesitated, wondering how appropriate this was.

‘We can go upstairs, Earth Girl,’ Beth thought into Katie’s mind, recognizing the problem.

Although it hadn’t been a long time for Beth, as she fucked both Jake and Béla regularly, Jake’s rifle in her cunt was the last really great sex she remembered. Katie blinked at the broadcast image. She stared at Beth, her eyes wide with wonder.

‘It feels that good?’

‘You have no idea!’

‘Wanna bet?’

Katie opened up her mind and let Beth see her own fascination with puncturing holes in her body for sexual stimulation.

Beth grinned. “We could have fun with this…” she said aloud.

‘But my arms have to be longer, first.’

‘Not really… It’s not the power of the punch, it’s that little pinprick of sensual sweetness – that little jab of orgasmic agony.’

Katie tried to draw in a breath to scream as everything disappeared, but there wasn’t any air. Then she was sitting with Beth on her bed, upstairs.

‘I didn’t want to wait,’ Beth thought into her mind, then she pushed Katie back with her tiny hands and clamped her teeth down on Katie’s right breast, right through her shirt.

“Hey! Not so hard!” Katie yelped. “I bleed, you know?”

‘So do I, Earth Girl,’ Beth replied in her mind, radiating her lust for her new lover. ‘And I expect you to find that out…’

Chapter 4 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you tracking her?” Jake Hedron, the Chairman of Tomlin Security asked.

The tinny voice in his headphones assured him they knew exactly where Tanya was. She was presently about a hundred and fifty miles north of the Hawaiian Islands, and a hundred and thirty miles high, traveling East at six-thousand kph.

“Have you decrypted their flight plan yet?” he asked.

There were several major terminals capable of handling a strato-carrier, but unless it made a radical course correction, there were only three where it would probably land: Taipei, Hong Kong or Beijing. He had a capable team of Tomlin agents assembling at each of the three possible touchdown points.

“No, sir,” the tinny voice on the other end told him. “Wait! There’s data coming in now. Their landing coordinates indicate… Hong Kong. ETA is forty minutes.”

‘Hong Kong?’ Jake thought to himself. “Thanks for the data. Keep me updated.”

‘Okay, Grams, we’re coming to get you!’ Jake thought. He grabbed his coat on the way out of his office.

‘A short hop to the strato-port, and then ninety minutes to Hong Kong. We’re gonna get those white slaver bastards that kidnapped you!’

By the time he would arrive in Hong Kong, Tanya would have been delivered to whoever had purchased her, with his agents close behind arresting everyone involved and closing down another pipeline to the slavers that took advantage of helpless young girls that fell into their evil web.

Fifteen minutes later, he was strapped into the private Tomlin Corporation Strato-jet racing down the runway toward the tall, fragile-looking ramp that would launch the tiny craft skyward, despite a five minute delay to replace a steward who suddenly had a family emergency. By the time he was airborne, the craft was already bursting through the sound barrier.

Jake was glued to his contour seat by the heavy G-forces as the craft shot skyward, then was thrown forward against his restraining harness as the engines cut out. He was surrounded by total silence. There wasn’t even the sound of air whooshing by outside.

‘There isn’t any air outside to whoosh, you dummy! You're in space!’

Curious, he unfastened his harness and floated upward. He always assumed that he would be airsick in one of these things, but his fascination with what was happening made him forget his queasy stomach. As he floated toward the ceiling of the craft, he noticed ladder rings running along its center.

‘I bet I know what these are for…’

Jake pulled himself along the ceiling toward the steward’s galley, traveling from one link to the next, excited by the ease with which he could move. Then he panicked as he approached the front bulkhead. Waving his arms wildly and yelling didn’t seem to help him avert the headlong crash. As he floated backward from the impact, the steward’s arm reached out and grabbed him, pulling him forward into the tiny galley.

“Whoa there, mate!” the steward said. Jake looked down at her and was suddenly lost in a pair of beautiful azul eyes.

“How did you do that?” he asked, referring to her easy catch of his seventy-kilo frame. “I’m not all that light, you know.”

“Well, mate, if you must know,” she said in a clipped accent, “I let the bulkhead stop you, then I just reeled you in, real friendly like!”

She grinned up at him, cocking an eyebrow.

‘Can everybody do that but me?’ thought Jake.

He looked away, stunned by her impact against his mind.

“Coffee?” she asked, offering up what looked like an old-fashioned ketchup dispenser.

He took it, noticing that it was cool to the touch, then put the pointed end in his mouth and gently squeezed. The coffee was warm, not too hot and made just the way he liked it, right down to the piece of cinnamon that now clogged the nozzle.

“Thanks,” Jake said, looking oddly down into the nozzle.

“Just blow into it an’ it’ll clear,” Tabatha, her nametag read, told him. She smiled up at him. “Business or pleasure?”

“What?” Jake asked, surprised by the question. “Oh, um, business, I’m afraid. Typical security nonsense.”

He sucked in another mouthful of coffee.

“Wanna look at the stars?” Tabatha asked, pretending to be coy.

Jake smiled. “Sure.”

Tabatha reached up and pressed a button on the side of a cabinet. The sound of a panel sliding made him look upward, and then he was looking at thousands of stars! Tabatha dimmed the galley lights so that their reflections didn’t obstruct the view.

‘They’re all different colors!’ he thought to himself, awed by the panoramic view.

He heard Tabatha chuckle. It was an odd sound for a girl to make; usually, girls giggled.

“Mostly only the white light reaches all the way to the ground,” she said quietly.

The sound of her voice soothed his hectic mind, allowing him to relax for a moment.

‘It’s almost like she can tell what I’m thinking…’

He watched her as she looked out at the stars, noticing the reflected starlight in her eyes. She caught him looking at her. Then they both looked back up.

“Do you ever get tired of looking at them?” he asked her.

He could see her bouncy red hair move as she shook her head.

“No, I never get tired of that view,” she admitted.

The emotion in her voice told him that she loved looking at the stars.

‘She looks outward, fixing her eyes on horizons that she will never reach in her short lifetime,’ Jake thought as he gazed at her.

Tabatha caught him looking at her, again. She smiled, trying to get him to relax. There was a strange sadness in her eyes, like he had somehow failed some kind of test.

Jake was feeling guilty of admiring her, and she’d caught him at it twice, now.

‘Why does she affect me this way? I’m immune to most girls. Is it the distance from everyone else? We’re hundreds of miles from anywhere…’’

“It’s just the starlight. It gets in your eyes,” she explained casually.

“What! You read minds, too?” he asked, trying to put some distance between himself and this bewitching girl.

‘Steward! She's a steward! She works for me! Get a grip, man!’ the Chairman thought, angry with himself for feeling so… out of control of his emotions.

“Isn’t there something, um, you should be doing?” he asked.

She makes me feel like a schoolboy asking his very first girl out on a date!

She looked at him, wide-eyed and innocent.

‘She can read my every thought!’

“Yes, as a matter-of-fact,” she admitted, “there is something I should be doing…”

She reached up and brushed a bit of hair off his shoulder, then straightened his jacket.

“Taking care of you,” she said, finishing her answer.

She stood quietly in front of him, waiting.

Jake smiled, then held out his hand.

Then they were embracing each other, kissing fervently. Jake was surprised at his own reaction to her. He hadn’t realized he was so starved for what she was offering him.

Making love in free-fall was a new experience for Jake. The fun part was trying to hold their bodies together so that they stayed… together. The tiny galley offered them both plenty of handholds and footrests to lever themselves against, and they managed it after a fashion, although he remembered laughing with her more that he did making love to her. What he remembered most, though, was how wonderful she smelled.

Jake was worried that ‘afterward’ might be awkward, but Tabatha was the model of demure decorum. She helped him dress (you’d be surprised how difficult it is to get your foot all the way into and out the bottom of your pant leg in zero-gee), then brought him a light brunch. Then she sat down next to him and strapped herself in.

“Course correction,” Tabatha explained, smiling at him.

She helped him hold his food on the tray as the jets kicked in for a moment, jerking them sideways, then she unstrapped herself and floated over his head, upside down. As she floated by, she kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“Welcome to the hundred-mile-high club,” Tabatha grinned at him, then disappeared into the galley.

‘Take care – there are dangerous people where you are going…’ he swore he heard in his mind.

He finished his meal in silence, sorely missing her company already. The automatic disposal chute sucked the debris from his meal away. Then a voice over the speaker told him they would be landing in ten minutes.

The steward who had greeted him and welcomed him aboard was the same steward who now offered his assistance as the Chairman departed. It wasn’t Tabatha.

Jake Hedron forced his mind onto the task at hand – closing down these slavers and rescuing his grandmother.

The signal had been tracked to a warehouse on the north side of Hong Kong. They followed the signal, now being broadcast from a delivery truck, to a company warehouse along the riverfront. When Tanya stopped traveling, they struck.

The attack on the warehouse was fast and efficient. The employees were rounded up and led away. Tanya’s signal was coming from beneath the ground. A little searching led to a dimly lit stairwell that exited into an underground dungeon.

The dungeon hadn’t been used for decades. On one of the rotted cots lay the tiny, bloody body monitor that someone had dug out of the side of Tanya’s neck. Jake stared at it, furious about the deception, and worried sick about his grandmother.

~~~~~

Tanya woke up. She was stiff from the drug they’d given her. It was dark. She had no idea how much time had passed or what day it was or if it was even day or night. The cot she lay on was swaying slightly from side to side. She looked around the dim cell she found herself in. There were two other girls in the cell with her, each looking lost and alone – terrified of what was happening to them. The room rocked for a moment. The cold steel wall vibrated. The dirty yellow bulb hanging from the ceiling swayed.

I hear engines. This is a bulkhead. We’re at sea!

‘Praetor! Can you hear me? Do you know where I am?’

She reached up and touched the side of her neck. She could tell from the smoothness of her skin that her new body monitor with its built-in GPS tracker was no longer embedded there.

‘What was that annoying phrase Katie always used? Oh, yes…

‘Holy K-rap!’

Chapter 5 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Katie had her blouse off and was examining her tit. Beth’s teeth marks were indented into her tender flesh, but she hadn’t broken the skin. She also noticed her own scent, especially when she took off the shorts she’d been wearing since she and her brother left La Paz.

“I need a shower before we go much further,” Katie informed her wannabe lover.

“Can I bathe with you?” Beth asked.

Katie smiled, wondering how she should react. She’d showered with girls before, but none of them (as far as she knew) had wanted to get between her legs. Still, just being around Beth gave her cunnie a buzz she couldn’t ignore.

‘Sooner or later, we’re going to make love – it may as well be now…’

“Okay, I’d like that,” Katie confessed.

They hopped off the bed. Katie started toward the guest shower room, but Beth stopped her.

“There’s a huge tub in the master bathroom,” Beth was saying. “There are holes in it where water and air rushes in, like a waterfall, only sideways.”

Beth was grinning, and her eyes were dancing with excitement. Katie let herself be led quietly past Béla, resting in her bed.

As they passed, Béla opened her eyes a little and smiled at them, then appeared to go back to sleep.

‘My darling horny sister has found someone to pester besides Jake. I wonder how long it’ll be before she has Frank’s son up here…’

Since Jake and Béla weren’t ‘doing it’ for awhile, Beth had been taking care of Jake, although she personally preferred other girls. Beth also made careful and unnaturally gentle love to Béla on a regular basis. Although Béla was pregnant, her sexual appetite was still alive and well, and, except for Beth, mostly frustrated.

Beth quickly discovered that she could be the sexual outlet for both Béla and Jake – at least until Béla gave birth to her baby. She happily accepted her new role. Béla was willing to help, although their threesomes now involved Beth in the middle instead of Béla. Beth preferred to be on the outside with both she and Jake paying attention to Béla, but right now, that wasn’t possible.

‘Perhaps Katie would help… we could take turns being in the middle…’

Beth and Katie stood waiting for the Jacuzzi tub to fill, playfully pinching each other and pressing their breasts together. Katie was a couple of inches taller, so she had to bend her knees slightly to play ‘nipple swords’ with Beth. Katie’s breasts were also a little larger, although Katie didn’t considered herself ‘well endowed.’ Indeed, when her brother had unknowingly compared her body with her mother’s, he’d commented that ‘Katie’s not that… voluptuous!’

Then she was watching an image from Beth’s memory.

‘I can make my tits bigger – see?’ Her tits popped up, increasing somewhat in volume and becoming more… perky. Béla looked to see what she had done.

‘Oh my God!’ Katie realized as she gazed at the image in Beth’s memory. ‘There are dynamite caps in her tits!’

Entranced, Katie watched the image as Beth and Béla hugged, squashing their tits together. The two sisters embraced each other tightly and Beth blew up her tits!

Katie’s reaction to Beth’s memory was surprisingly sexual. Her stomach tightened and she could feel the wetness between her legs. In the image, both the sisters had orgasmed because of Beth’s self-mutilation.

“How could that possibly feel good?” Katie exclaimed, honestly frightened. “I would be screaming in agony for a week!”

‘There are ways to make pain feel wonderful,’ Beth replied in her mind. ‘I will show you…’

They both climbed into the tub. Katie felt strangely awkward, like she didn’t know exactly how to react.

‘She makes me feel like a teenager again. This is not necessarily a good thing…’

Beth swayed forward. It was difficult for her to embrace Katie due to the embarrassing length of her arms, so Katie reached forward and helped support her new lover as they kissed and caressed each other. Beth mind-linked with Katie to share their sensations as they made love.

Katie permitted the mind-link and was even enjoying it. It had been a long time since she was this aroused. She suspected that some of her sensations were actually Beth’s, but it wasn’t important to sort them out right now. She was feeling too good to be picky about who was doing what to whom.

Then Beth was kissing and licking her way along Katie’s cheek and down the side of her neck.

‘Let me taste your life-blood,’ Katie heard in her mind.

She felt her body stiffen in fear at Beth’s request. Katie had seen Béla feed Beth once before, when Beth had first arrived, badly burned and dying. She knew what she was being asked to do and that it would help Beth recover faster, but she feared the pain. She backed away and blinked several times, trying to decide…

‘It’s all right if you say ‘no’, Earth Girl, but be assured I will not hurt you…’

“Alright, I guess you can… if you still want to…” Katie smiled, trying to make her earlier withdrawal less of a personal affront to Beth.

Beth grinned. “You’re not horny enough, now. You wouldn’t enjoy it.”

‘Maybe later, Earth Girl…’

Katie followed Beth’s lead and slid down into the swirling, warm water. They rubbed their legs together for a few moments, giggling and pressing their toes up between each other’s thighs, then Beth turned over.

“Try this,” Beth suggested.

She backed her rump against one of the underwater outlets so that the water was swirling and bubbling around between her legs.

‘It feels good. Try it.’

Katie grinned. She was always up for new ways to masturbate, and she felt comfortable enough around Beth to try it right in front of her. She slid back and found her own outlet to rub against.

“Whew! This feels pretty good!” she exclaimed aloud.

She wriggled around, letting the little water cock play between her legs, moving up and down so that it caressed both her ass and her pussy. Then she twisted around and tried to kiss Beth while she let the water cock fuck her.

The two of them kissed and tongued each other for a moment, reviving the sexual sensations they were radiating at each other earlier. Beth caught Katie’s lower lip in her teeth and pulled gently. Katie opened her eyes and found Beth’s eyes gazing raptly into her own. She turned her head sideways slightly, twisting her lower lip in Beth’s teeth and closed her own teeth on Beth’s upper lip.

They were both giggling as they gradually increased the pressure on each other’s lips. Then they were gnawing on each other’s faces, Katie basically copying what Beth was doing to her. They both bit into each other’s necks almost simultaneously, Beth radiating her orgasm as Katie’s dull human teeth sank into her flesh.

Katie’s emotions were wild and uncontrolled as she tasted the vampire’s blood. The sensation of her cells regenerating as fast as Beth’s sharp teeth were damaging them was incredible. She knew what was happening because of the stories she’d heard all her life about Béla’s blood-gift to her parents.

‘Does Beth know she just doubled my life expectancy?’

The pair tumbled around in the Jacuzzi trying to get their bodies and legs lined up with each other without letting go of each other with their teeth. Katie finally managed to get her right leg up between Beth’s legs so she could rub herself against Beth’s right thigh. Their slippery breasts tingled and brushed against each other and were squashed and slipped and brushed together again. Katie could feel her orgasm building and held onto Beth’s slippery torso, hugging her tightly and pressing her pelvis against Beth’s hipbone.

“Ohhh!” she gasped, releasing Beth’s bloody neck.

Katie’s orgasm flooded through her body and radiated through Beth’s nervous system. Then Beth came again, reinforcing the sensations and flooding them back into Katie. Katie held tightly onto Beth, crying out her second orgasm as the incredible sensations completely drained her body.

She lay back against the side of the Jacuzzi, letting her body slide down into the water; her feet hitting the far side and stopping her sliding motion just as her head was about to disappear beneath the foaming water. She lay, half-floating with her eyes closed, gasping for air, slowly recovering. Beth sat in the center of the tub, her eyes radiating satisfaction and triumph, the earth girl’s blood trickling down her face.

“So,” Katie gasped after a moment, “that’s vampire sex, huh? Pretty wild.”

She took several deep breaths. I think I like it… Pretty sure, in fact!

“Wanna go again?” Beth asked, a purely wicked grin on her bloodied face. “That’s what vampire sex really is – If you’re conscious, you keep at it until you aren’t…”

“I think I’ll take a rain check,” Katie said, smiling, wondering how she got into this. “This is too strenuous for me to keep up for very long.”

Beth looked around and held out a hand as though feeling for raindrops.

“You lose, Earth Girl,” Beth said, gazing at her quizzically. “It isn’t raining. And you’re still conscious.”

Beth reached toward Katie. Katie stiffened slightly. ‘We could drown!’

‘We probably will. Does it matter?’

‘Yes! You can regenerate and I can’t!’

‘Of course you can! Or didn’t you notice what just happened a moment ago…’

‘I… I’m not ready!’

‘You’re ready. Don’t you want to experience the ultimate sensation?’

‘What is the ultimate sensation? You were being vaporized in a nuclear blast! What can top that?’

‘I wasn’t vaporized. You pulled me out. Remember?’

‘What! Did you want to die? You have a death wish?’

‘No! Of course I didn’t want to die. I had to! It was necessary!’

‘Why? Why should you do something you don’t want to do?’

Beth sat still. There were tears in her eyes.

“To atone,” she said, finally, speaking aloud. “To atone for what I did… It was right for me to die then. But you prevented that from happening. Should I thank you? Should I love you?”

‘Or should I kill you for it?’

Beth reached for Katie again. She wasn’t feeling sexy now. She was angry.

“Stop!” Katie cried, fending her off. “Jeez! Does your foul temperament run in your family?”

‘Praetor! Help me!’ Katie screamed in her mind.

Beth stopped, frozen by the earth girl’s mental plea.

“Boy! That really works!” Katie exclaimed, breathing heavily. “You people are terrified of that thing! What can it do, anyway?”

‘Calm down, girl, the fight’s over…’

‘Do you require my assistance?’ the Praetor asked in Katie’s mind.

The way Beth jumped, Katie realized that Beth heard it, too.

‘Cripe! It actually answered her!’

‘No, I guess not,’ Katie thought at it. ‘Thank you for asking.’

‘Do you have a question?’ the Praetor asked for the second time, either not having heard, or not accepting her first answer.

‘No,’ Katie thought, then changed her mind. ‘Yes! Tell me! Please, I mean. Please – tell me your function. What is it you actually do? Why are you so important to the space people?’

‘I represent law and order – the stability of civilization. When one member of society accuses another of wrongdoing, it is my function to determine the correctness of each person’s actions and judge accordingly.’

‘So, effectively, you’re their conscience?’

‘That is correct. Do you have another question?’

‘No. I do have a comment. May I?’

‘I am recording.’

‘What? Oh. Alright then. Let’s see. I decide what is right and wrong for me; based, of course, on the, um, morays(?) of the society. If I were to… uh… err, and harm another… ‘

“Yes!” Katie shouted, then switched back to thinking. ‘I do have another question: What if I thought that it was necessary to harm another? For example; someone who was trying to hurt others and it was necessary to harm him to keep him from harming others? Carrying this further; suppose there were innocent people who were hurt because of me doing this – harming this bad person. How would you judge that?’

‘Are you being charged? Or are you charging yourself?’ the Praetor wanted to know.

‘Is there a difference?’ Katie asked, confused now.

‘Of course, Child of Earth. If you are charging yourself, you are attempting to be responsible for your actions. All sentient beings are responsible for what they do and should be willing to make amends for their wrongdoings and errors in judgement.’

‘If another charged me, how would you find me?’

‘I would search your mind to discover your actions and intentions. I would judge you according to what restrictions on your freedom would be required to rehabilitate you. In addition, you may be required to compensate those to whom you injured or caused deprivation.’

‘And if I turned myself in?’ Katie asked.

‘If you charged yourself with a wrongdoing, my actions would be essentially the same. Since you charged yourself, you would probably not require rehabilitation. In such cases, I would suggest a mind-search to find the reason behind your wrongdoing. If you agreed, th