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Katja sat at her computer, staring at the email she wrote. Fear beat in her heart as she hit send. She was risking it all on a small chance that she hadn’t fucked up once more. Rubbing the ache at the back of her neck, she logged off and went to take a shower before bed.

How had this happened, she wondered. How could I mess up in something so important to me? Carelessly, Katja stripped off her jeans and shirt. After getting the water as hot as she could tolerate it, Katja stepped into the shower. As the water sluiced over her body, her mind kept tumbling over what happened and how she could make it right. Though her friend said everything was okay, in her heart, she knew that wasn’t completely true.

Taking the washcloth, she poured some of her favourite shower gel on it and lathered it up. As she scrubbed her body clean, memories of being washed by another teased her body and mind. Slowly, she allowed the memories to overwhelm her, bringing them to life once more. The only person she could talk to about this problem just happened to be the person involved and it left her feeling bereft. Her hands slowly slid up her legs, washing in small circles teasing each inch of flesh. Then as she washed her thighs, she could feel his touch, his breath upon them. Her body trembled in the throes of the memory.

The washcloth felt slick yet had a slightly rough texture against her skin. Katja bit back a moan as she trailed it up her stomach and rubbed it against her breasts. She was playing with fire, bringing forth the memories of that one incident. However, her need to feel him, be close with him was guiding her. Katja let loose the last restraint that kept the memories from being relived and suddenly she felt him there. His hands covered hers and began massaging her breasts, his mouth claiming hers.

A jangle of the phone broke the moment. Katja bit back a cry of frustration as the sensations fled. “Dammit, who ever is calling best be giving me good news.”

She stepped out of the wet shower, the cordless phone ringing on the bathroom counter. Drying her hands on a towel, she then answered it. “Hello.”

“Katja? It’s Damian. You’ve got a few minutes to talk?”

She looked down at her wet, soapy body and chuckled. “Can I put you on hold just for a couple of minutes? I’m dripping wet and need a towel.”

There was a slight pause on the other end, then a low chuckle. “I don’t mind, but go ahead.”

Katja placed Damian on hold then jumped into the shower, rinsing off her body. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out why Damian was calling now. She shut off the water and grabbed the warm towel hanging from the hook. Wrapping herself in it, she picked up the phone and took Damian off hold.

“What’s going on? It’s like four in the morning there,” she said, her tone showing her concern.

“I couldn’t sleep well. What’s going on with you, Katja? You’ve been hiding from everyone online and in person. Hell, not even your closest friends have been able to find out what’s going on. So, I’m calling. What the fuck is going on, Katja?”

Katja sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge Damian. He was one of her closest friends and of all the people she knew, he knew some of her most closely guarded secrets. Wiping away a droplet of water from her forehead, she left the bathroom and headed to the living room where she could sit and talk. “I’m not going to lie to you, Damian. Yes, something is going on, but I’m not sure how to talk about it.”

“Try. Hell, whatever is going on has even Garrett upset. He says he hasn’t heard from you in a couple of days, which is a lot more recent than any of us.”

Katja curled up on the couch, pulling the afghan over her hips and legs. She closed her eyes and tried to think on how to explain her actions. Nothing seemed right or accurate. Lying to Damian was an impossible task; he always knew when she held back.

“What do you want me to say, Damian? Right now, I’m trying to handle something beyond my comprehension. Well, perhaps not beyond it, but definitely a first in my books. I shared a link with someone and it was a complete one. The person also felt it.”

The quietness on the other end of the line told Katja that Damian was trying to take in the subtlety of her words. She wasn’t sure that he completely understood what she meant, but there was no other way without saying exactly what happened.

“Kat. What happened and does Garrett have anything to do with this?”

She bit the inside of her cheek while trying to not curse Damian for his insight. It was one of his gifts and she hated when he turned it on her. They were close enough as friends, but sometimes, it made it tough for them both to handle. Especially when she spoke of things that he had hidden and she knew anyway. The joys of having psi-talents.

“Yes. What happened is hard to explain. You know I’m going to Brussels and Amsterdam next week, right?” She heard his murmur of assent. “Well, I’m not sure I’ll be meeting up with Garrett while I’m there after all.”

“Why not? What does this have to do with your empathy-“ His voice faded away for a moment. “Shit. He’s empathic too?”

Katja didn’t answer. There was no need as Damian realized the truth of it. She picked at the hand-knitted afghan and tried to keep her mental shields where not even Damian could get past them. Finally, Damian broke the uncomfortable silence. “You want to tell me what happened?”

Warning- Somehow in the story (which is not apparent in the WIP file nor in my other post of the story) Dmitri and Maeyla have acquired a third. His name is Hiro, an Eastern Dragon of the Asarateru Dragon clan.

“Touch me, Hiro,” Maeyla whispered, her hands removing the last of Hiro’s clothes. “You’ve wanted to since you spied on Dmitri and myself.”

Hiro said nothing, but placed his mouth over one breast. Maeyla moaned softly, only to gasp as Dmitri slapped her naked ass. “Don’t you come, Maeyla. Not until I give you permission. That rule will be enforced, understood?”

Maeyla gasped, “Yes, Dmitri,” as Hiro’s teeth lightly raked her tight nipple. Her hands went towards Hiro’s long, black hair, urging him closer to her body. She needed more and she knew what she wanted. She wanted to bring this dragon to his wisdom teeth years and she wanted Dmitri to help guide them both.

Dmitri’s hands slid over her ass, forcing her legs to spread further apart. “Hiro, let’s lay our lovely Maeyla onto the small table in the center of the room. That way we can feast properly on her.” Dmitri’s voice vibrated against her back.

“As you say, Dmitri,” Hiro said after removing his mouth from Maeyla’s now cooling nipple. “May I continue touching her lovely tits while perhaps she sucks upon my dick?”

“I think that would be an excellent idea,” Dmitri agreed, taking her legs so that she was facing the floor as Hiro caught her shoulders.  “That’s right, Hiro, lift her over it, that’s perfect, now lay her down so her breasts hang through the holes provided in the table.”

Maeyla felt the coolness of the marble beneath her which made her pussy tighten in heat. She was hot, she was bothered and she wanted these two men in a way she hadn’t wanted anyone else. “Please, Hiro…Dmitri. I need to be fucked.”

“Not yet, my darling lover. We’re going to enjoy your bountiful breasts and pussy withotu fucking you, but you will pleasure us. This you do because you wish to, don’t you?” His voice was commanding but cautious. She liked how he brought out her inner slut and her inner needs to light.

“Yes. Gods and goddesses, yes.” She squirmed as she felt something tight clamp onto one nipple then another.

“There we go,” Hiro said. “Two nipple clamps, weighted with a ruby and a sapphire from my collection. I think they look beautiful on your rosy tits, Maeyla.”

These are the piccies- http://www.annvremont.com/images/fairylights_3_1024.jpg  and a lighter version- http://www.annvremont.com/images/fairylights_2_1024.jpg

“If we keep following this trail, we should find our way back to our village,” Nadine whispered as she stepped onto the cobblestone path.

Derrick squeezed her hand. “I hope so, but I don’t ever remember walking on a path quite like this.”

They walked the path for a few minutes then stopped. In the middle of the path stood the deadliest yet most beautiful of all the forest fauna- the rose-thorn bush. How it managed to grow on the magickal path was beyond Nadine’s reasoning powers, but they needed to stay on the path or risk being lost forever within the Wildwood.

“Can we cut it down?” Derrick asked as he stepped towards the bush.

Nadine pulled him back. “Don’t! If you get too close it’ll attack you.”

“But those little creatures aren’t being hurt. They’re feeding it.”

Nadine nodded. “Exactly, Derrick. There is a way around it, but I can’t remember. Let me open up my magick book and see if it’s listed in there.” Carefully, she withdrew her pack and searched for her book. Once it was in hand, she scrolled through the pages, searching for one particular reference. “Ah ha! I found it. But…you might not like what we have to do to get by it.”

“What?” Derrick gazed down at her. “Tell me. We have to find our way back home to warn our people.”

“We have to have sex and let it touch us during it.” Nadine ducked her head, avoiding Derrick’s eyes.

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“Well, I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting my sexual evaluation to be the exact opposite I believe myself to be,” Brielle stated, her hands folded in her lap. “What makes you think I’m a sexual submissive?”

“Actually, we believe you’re an alpha submissive, Brielle. The answers of your questions and your body responses to the simulated images presented to you indicates a need to submit, yet at the same time, there’s domineering aspect as well.” The counselor put the paper down on the desk. “If you don’t agree with our assessment, we can rerun the tests again. Though the science is 98% accurate, you might be in that small percentage that can be misread.”

“Is there another option other than being subjected to those processes for another five hours?” Brielle hated that testing, thought it was quite arousing on many levels she hadn’t believed possible. “What about within one of the houses? Can I try it my way first, then try it another way to see which feels better to me?”

Dr. Mae looked thoughtful. “Actually, there is someone at House Thor that might be able to help you. He, Dr. Viktor Garshon, is an expert in dealing with those in that small percentile or who may actually be a mixed category of sexual needs. I can contact him and arrange an appointment for you, if you’d like.”

“Yes. Maybe with his experience, he can make sense of how I’ve believed one thing of myself and how the tests say another.” Brielle stood. “Send me an email with the information once you’ve set it up. I can rearrange my work schedule if need be to accomodate Dr. Garshon.”

“As you wish. Best of luck, Ms. Frijion. Expect my email within the hour.”

*****

The next night

Brielle stepped up to the door of House Thor, her body shivering slightly in response to the colder weather, partly in nervousness. The house was in ancient Norse styling, with the fierce dragonheads looking out from each side of the double doors. She lifted her wrist with its id bracelet to one dragon, letting it scan and verify her identity. The doors parted and she felt a rush of warmth hit her. Walking in slowly, she spotted one young woman dressed in a simple dress with a waist chain heading her way.

“Miss Frijion? I’m Gelsi, one of the greeters here at House Thor. Let me take your coat and show you where you can change.” Gelsi led her to a small hallway that ended in a changing room. The young woman handed her a package. “You can change here in the open or in one of the smaller cubicles. These clothes were chosen by Dr. Garshon. Once you’ve changed, you go out the blue door and at the end of the hallway, go through the door marked with the sign of Thor.”

“Then what?” Brielle felt a bit curious. “Is that a play room of some kind?”

The woman smiled. “Dr. Garshon will be waiting there. The room is one reserved for training and privacy. Enjoy your stay here at House Thor. We hope you’ll fit in here with us.” Gelsi turned and left, leaving Brielle with her thoughts.

Brielle changed, then did as Gelsi directed. She felt a bit exposed in the deep blue linen shift that covered her body, but felt so thin as to be transparent. Standing before the door with Thor’s sign, she hesitated. The more she thought upon the test results, the more mixed up she felt. All her life, she thought she was a dominant- wanting to direct things, wanting to control all things happening. So why on earth would the assessment declare her an alpha submissive? She didn’t like giving up control ever in anything. Inhaling deeply, Brielle knocked on the door, then entered.

What greeted her made her pause. In the middle of the grey and white room, knelt a naked man, his dark blond hair pulled back in a thong and his body well-muscled and defined. Her heart raced as she gazed over his beauty until her gaze met his. Licking her lips, she stepped forward, itching to touch him, making sure he was truly there. “Dr. Garshon?”

“Viktor, please. You must be Brielle. There is only one rule from this moment until I say, ‘Molinjar.’ The rule is that you do to me as you wish, how you wish, but if I use my safe word of ‘Midgaard’, you stop and retreat to the couch in the far right. Agreed?”

“I guess so. But I don’t understand? I thought you were here to help me?” She looked at the doctor, trying to understand what he was doing.

“I am. But I need you to touch me, to do with me as you will, Brielle. Release me from my control. Touch me and bring this warrior before you to his knees. Rule me, conquer me.” Viktor’s hands clasped in front of his body, showcasing his partly erect cock. “Can you do that for me, Brielle?”

Brielle walked up to Viktor, her body feeling shaky. What do I know about bringing a man to service for a woman? What can I do to make that lost look disappear from his eyes? “What do you want, Viktor?”

“I want to please you, Mistress Brielle. I want to be yours.”

Oh fuck, what do I do? I don’t know how to make him serve me and my needs.

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Captain Alexandria Von Carnelian sighed as she watched her First Mate remove the last captive from her ship. The brunette woman had been high spirited, but great fun in bed, though it was now time to return her to her fiance. Oh, she knew the woman belonged to his Lordship Alan Robertson. In fact, that’s why she had kidnapped her from the colony ship in the first place when she let the others go free. The man had been a pain in her ass for too long and he needed to learn a lesson- when it came to the trading treaties in the Gamma quadrant, Captain Alexandria Von Carnelian followed her own rules and policed her own people, he did not. The Federated Planets might have made him Overseer to this quadrant, but he didn’t have the manpower nor the influence she did. Hopefully once his fiancee returned and explained to him what happened to her, the damn man would go away.

“Captain, we have a problem.” Her head of security stepped forward. “His Lordship’s security forces are trying to prevent our departure from this spaceport.”

Alexa’s brow lifted as a smile lit her face. “Oh, he thinks that he can force this spaceport to keep us? He doesn’t know that I own the place yet, does he? Recall the rest of our crew and let’s get going then. We’ll teach his Lordship some manners when he finds out the shipment of supplies from FP has been hijacked. Thanks for the warning, Carrie.”

Carrie nodded, then left to do what was required. Alexa sighed before turning from the prow of her ship. It was time to deal with His Lordship on direct terms. Try to harm her people? Wasn’t going to happen. He’d be naked and on his knees begging for mercy by the time she was done with him.

Sirrah stirred the boiling contents in the large stock pot. She laughed a bit then said, “I feel like a MacBeth witch stirring this.”

Sirrah’s cousin, Moyra laughed while hugging her. “Well we are witches, and that is a potion, so…”

“You’re a witch doing MacBeth,” answered a third woman, Sirrah’s younger sister, Ariana. “Personally, I never quite understood how the hell stirring those nasty things together make a spell work.”

The girls shared a look and started laughing. They and their fourth, the currently not home, Joica, had grown up learning magick at their gram’s knee. Through the years, they had learned exactly how to wield magick and more importantly, the reason behind ritual and creating spell components. Yet for all that, Sirrah understood exactly how Ariana felt. Sometimes it felt a bit old-fashioned to make the occasional noxious potion to use in a spell, but until they found a better way, the old way was the only way.

Sirrah sighed again as she thought about her last date with Darien. She did like the guy, but there was something off between them. They were attraced to each other, but it was like she was lacking in some way because his response to her sexual overtures were always…lacking. Coming out of her thoughts, she saw the front door open and Joica enter. “Hi Joi! How goes it?”

“Um, Sirrah, you need to see something,” Joica said, her face showing signs of anger. Sirrah turned down the heat under the pot and stepped to her sister.

“What’s up?”

“You know that Ari, Moyra and I love you and we’ve kept our concerns about Darien to ourselves. Well, we did until Moyra had a vision three days ago.” Joi looked at Sirrah as she glanced towards Moyra.

“You had a vision and didn’t tell me? What was in it?” Sirrah stepped towards Moyra. “What happened?”

“I saw something that upset me because it had the mark of the goddess on it, branding it as happening, not as something to come. I told the others because I wanted proof before I spoke to you.” Moyra gestured to the small camera in Joi’s hands. “We have proof now to show you.”

Sirrah’s body tensed as Joi started the camcorder. As she saw Darien with another, thinner, dark skinned woman, she realized what more she lacked. Her throat tightened in anger and in humiliation. When it was done, she looked at her family, the only people who knew how hard it was for her to open up to anyone.

“You were right to wait and show me evidence. He’s due here in an hour. Explain to him I don’t want to see him and show him the video. It’s over.” Sirrah handed the wooden spoon to Ari. “Watch the potion. It’ll be done in twenty minutes. I need to go out for a while.”

Sirrah grabbed her keys, wallet, and helmet. It was time to ride. To get rid of the pain of being rejected once again. She knew her family would be waiting for her. They’d want to make her feel loved and wanted, but they couldn’t give her what she needed– to be loved and desired sexually by someone with a cock. She climbed on her motorcycle and raced down the street.

She needed time….she needed a break. Gods above and below, she wanted to be loved but time and again it never worked out. Perhaps Shakespeare was right– the world was a stage and the people are just actors in a story. Maybe I’m just comic relief for the males in the world.

“Why is there a purple rabbit vibrator hanging over my cubicle? Christmas is done, is it not?” Trina Edwards queried her two personal assistants, Jared Traynor and Scott Demaide as she sauntered up to their workstation. “I’m not amused; I really am not, even though it’s a lovely purple one. Is there a reason for the decoration?”

Scott smirked at Trina. “Well we know you love purple and it’s a reminder for you. It’s New Years Eve and you promised both me and Jared that you would give us something special for the holiday. Especially since we took our tests.”

Trina shook her head as she tried to delve into the mind s of her personal assistants. She knew that they were lovers, or had been up until four months ago, but something had shifted between them all. Though they worked with her over a year in the shipping department, the only thing she had done with them had been of the bossy nature. But that was her dominant nature—wanting what she couldn’t easily have. And honestly who wouldn’t want to do a blonde and a brunette at the same time? Why she hadn’t had them, she wasn’t sure. Perhaps it was because she wasn’t the best dominant for them, though they learned well at her feet. It was time for something more—for them that was.

But Scott was right; she had promised them something for the holidays between their holiday help and taking the submissive tests for those in training. They did deserve something special and if she was right, what she had in mind seemed to be in mind with what they were hinting at with the vibrator—uninhibited sex with their boss. Gods, what a scenario—the two assistants thinking to overtake their boss sexually, only to end up her sex slaves. Trina grinned at her two assistants, her mind working overtime. Perhaps an updated version of that classic should be done. And she knew just who to call to put that in motion. “Jared, call Nikita over in the film production.”

“Sure thing, boss lady, but are you sure you’re not forgetting to pay me and Scott our due?” His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. The man had a talent for arousing a woman verbally, but she wasn’t the one for him to take advantage of that skill. Oh yeah, she wasn’t forgetting a thing, though it meant more time at House of Seti in her future.

“Oh, I’m making sure this is one New Year’s Eve neither of you forgets.” Trina sauntered away, leaving both men wondering what she had planned. She headed towards the main offices of Plotted Porn Productions, known world-wide as P3, knowing that she needed to watch the two men on the security cameras to see if she could pull this off without any problems.

“Once you’re done taking off your clothes, Rand, I want you to kneel with your head bowed, arms behind your back in a submissive position.” Nik opened up her play closet, allowing her gaze to go from each toy, mentally discarding the ones that she thought Rand wouldn’t enjoy. Choosing her favourite black, silver, and purple flogger with a mix of suede and rabbit tails, Nik did some figure eight moves in the air before her. This will be good for Rand. I think he’ll find this heightens his need in ways he hadn’t considered.

Turning back towards Rand, she noticed he had followed her directions, kneeling at the foot of her bed, his head bent and his arms positioned perfectly behind him. She walked towards him, stopping just shy of his face. “Good boy, Rand. Last time we had a sex oriented bet, you won. That night I was your sex slave and you pushed boundaries that you had no right to push. It was to be a fun time for us both- no strings attached.”

“I’m–”

She flicked the flogger so the ends hit his back solidly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Rand. Tonight, I’m the mistress and you’re my submissive. You wondered about my sexual desires and my fantasies, but never once asked me that night what I wanted or needed. You chose to push me emotionally and for that, I have avoided you.” Nik’s hand moved with her words, sending light strokes against his back in a figure eight pattern. “But tonight, you’ll learn about my sexual needs and you’ll bare your soul to me. Paybacks are a bitch and we know I do bitch well.”

She continued watching Rand’s reaction to the flogging, making sure she covered his back from his broad, muscular shoulders down to the crack of his ass. When she heard the first sound that sounded like a cross between a moan and pain, she spoke again. “If you can’t handle what I’m doing, the safe word is red. If something isn’t comfortable but you’re not sure if you want to completely stop, say yellow. If you’re okay, then the answer is green. Understand?”

“Yes, Nik.”

“That’s Mistress Nik, Rand.” She stopped while she ran one hand down his lightly pink skin. His body shuddered causing her to smile. Seems that I’ve discovered something that Rand hadn’t realized about himself. Good for me.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She slid one hand under his chin and tilted his head up so their gazes met. “I won’t hurt you, Rand, but I will make you experience pleasure in a way I doubt any woman has ever shown you. I want you to stand by that X shaped piece of furniture, your back against it.”

Rand stood up, his gaze never wavering. One hand stroked his cock and Nik slapped his hand. “Bad boy! That’s my dick and you don’t get to touch it unless I say so. Now do as I said.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Rand walked towards the St. Andrews cross and Nik wondered if somehow this might backfire on her. Seeing him submit to her will, even under the guise of the bet, turned her on more than she imagined. Damn, I hope he can still fuck my brains out once I’m done teaching him a lesson. Sekhmet, I leave tonight in your care and keeping.

“Once you’re done taking off your clothes, Rand, I want you to kneel with your head bowed, arms behind your back in a submissive position.” Nik opened up her play closet, allowing her gaze to go from each toy, mentally discarding the ones that she thought Rand wouldn’t enjoy. Choosing her favourite black, silver, and purple flogger with a mix of suede and rabbit tails, Nik did some figure eight moves in the air before her. This will be good for Rand. I think he’ll find this heightens his need in ways he hadn’t considered.

Turning back towards Rand, she noticed he had followed her directions, kneeling at the foot of her bed, his head bent and his arms positioned perfectly behind him. She walked towards him, stopping just shy of his face. “Good boy, Rand. Last time we had a sex oriented bet, you won. That night I was your sex slave and you pushed boundaries that you had no right to push. It was to be a fun time for us both- no strings attached.”

“I’m–”

She flicked the flogger so the ends hit his back solidly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, Rand. Tonight, I’m the mistress and you’re my submissive. You wondered about my sexual desires and my fantasies, but never once asked me that night what I wanted or needed. You chose to push me emotionally and for that, I have avoided you.” Nik’s hand moved with her words, sending light strokes against his back in a figure eight pattern. “But tonight, you’ll learn about my sexual needs and you’ll bare your soul to me. Paybacks are a bitch and we know I do bitch well.”

She continued watching Rand’s reaction to the flogging, making sure she covered his back from his broad, muscular shoulders down to the crack of his ass. When she heard the first sound that sounded like a cross between a moan and pain, she spoke again. “If you can’t handle what I’m doing, the safe word is red. If something isn’t comfortable but you’re not sure if you want to completely stop, say yellow. If you’re okay, then the answer is green. Understand?”

“Yes, Nik.”

“That’s Mistress Nik, Rand.” She stopped while she ran one hand down his lightly pink skin. His body shuddered causing her to smile. Seems that I’ve discovered something that Rand hadn’t realized about himself. Good for me.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She slid one hand under his chin and tilted his head up so their gazes met. “I won’t hurt you, Rand, but I will make you experience pleasure in a way I doubt any woman has ever shown you. I want you to stand by that X shaped piece of furniture, your back against it.”

Rand stood up, his gaze never wavering. One hand stroked his cock and Nik slapped his hand. “Bad boy! That’s my dick and you don’t get to touch it unless I say so. Now do as I said.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Rand walked towards the St. Andrews cross and Nik wondered if somehow this might backfire on her. Seeing him submit to her will, even under the guise of the bet, turned her on more than she imagined. Damn, I hope he can still fuck my brains out once I’m done teaching him a lesson. Sekhmet, I leave tonight in your care and keeping.

Jenn looked from Sabrina to Daniel and back again. “You’ve both gone nuts. You do recognize this one fact, right? Nuts, as in insane, lost your marbles, one card short in a deck, the elevator doesn’t reach the top…”

Sabrina shook her head, sending her long brown hair to whirl out around her face. “You don’t understand, Jenn. It’s not what you think.”

Jenn’s right hand went up to stop Sabrina from speaking again. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. But what I’m curious is how the hell you got Daniel to agree to it.”

Daniel, their best friend since fourth grade shrugged. “There’s more to it, Jenn. I was doubtful until Sabrina showed me proof. Then I started doing the math…” He paused as he raked his one hand through his curly hair. “As an accountant, it just blew me away. It’s possible. It’s happening, and more importantly, we can stop it.”

Jenn’s hand popped Daniel on the side of the head. “No we can not. No. As in, not even!” How could she get these two off the idea of investigating the company known as Radical Symmetry? She needed to get them to safety, because if they mouthed off to the wrong people– they were dead. Gods above, why on earth did you send me two smart friends? They’re going to get killed, and I’ll be left alone. That just sucks.

Sighing, Jenn clasped her hands in front of her, trying hard not to beat the hell out of her friends. “Listen you two, I love you both. But I need you to DROP THIS. Do you understand?”

Sabrina placed one hand on Jenn’s arm. “We can’t. We’ve already started looking.”

“Fuck. Now I’ve got to bring you in, and Gerry is not going to be pleased with me.”

Daniel’s gaze met Jenn’s. “Who’s Gerry?”

“My boss. The one who is trying to secretly take out Radical Symmetry. You both are now officially targets. Dammit.”