_Chapter 5: Personal (and Personnel) Distribution_
 
 
 
          Ron returned home from his trip fully satisfied.  His visual effects
would be seen in every new sci-fi flick, every sci-fi TV show, would air in
commercial runs, would be used as sparkle effects in network promos, and would
also be seen in the world's leading operating system software.  The new logo
for Windows was far cooler than that stodgy old stale "flying window" thing. 
Of course, the new screen saver was the kicker.  It all added up to tons of
the populace.  There were, however, people who didn't use Windows, and people
who (gasp!) didn't watch TV.  These people tended to be executives, or highly
important people.  The nice thing about such people is that they also tended
to be highly corruptible.  Which worked out rather nicely for Ron.  It was
about to make him some serious dough.
 
          But first, he had to actually get a meeting with the... shady
businessmen who had the contacts.  He had been told by Mr. Deneuve that it
would take a while before they would agree to see him.  He hadn't realized
that it was going to take two months.
 
          On the other hand, he did have some projects to work on while he was
waiting.  He scanned in and posted all his nice pics of Miss Mercer, adding
his own special digital touch to them.  The command he inserted in them simply
told them to go to his web site.  At the web site was another picture that had
the command to download his new screen saver.  The screen saver carried the
actual message, and worked just like the TV effect.  Of course, he became an
instant hero for actually posting *real* images of Jill Mercer, and not some
fake trumped-up trash.
 
          There was also the issue of designing a new system for the audio
delivery of the message.  Ron had realized that he could make the system work
if he allowed for a special type of speaker.  Not just any speaker would work
for the audio signal, but the new high-fidelity piezoelectric speakers were
capable of producing the right sounds.  Nice thing about them was that they
were also small enough to be encased in something that would look like
jewelry.  His design took him two weeks to get it right.  The next problem was
getting it mass produced.  That problem was about to be solved... by yet
another problem.
 
 
 
          One day as he was wandering through the house, not having much to
do, he noticed his mother sitting out on the back porch, and she appeared to
be crying.  He immediately went to her side.
 
          "Mom?  Mom, what's wrong?"  He wrapped his arms around her shoulders
and pulled her to him, comforting her, and letting her sobs quiet down.
 
          "Oh, Ron.  It's my boss at work.  She's becoming worse every day. 
Ever since I got the promotion to head of shipping and receiving, it seems
like nothing I do is ever good enough for her."
 
          "Why don't you just quit?  I still don't get why you're still
working."
 
          "What would I do around here all day?  I stopped being a mother to
this family a long time ago.  I'm not much use to anyone, lately."
 
          "Hey!  What kind of talk is that?  You're still our Mom.  You're
just.... more fun than other moms, that's all."  He gave her a squeeze, and
she smiled.  She reached over and kissed him.
 
          "Why don't we go inside, Ron, so you can show me just how much more
fun I am?"
 
          Ron didn't have to be asked twice.  He got to his feet, and helped
his mother up.  They walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
 
          Ron closed the door, and moved slowly to his mom.  He wanted to
cheer her up, and he remembered something she liked.  His thoughts went out,
and the CD player kicked on, playing a soft melody that she loved.
 
          "May I have this dance, Mom?"
 
          Sandra, shocked, didn't know what to say at first.  Her son stood
there, waiting politely for a response.  *Oh, what the hell!*  "Absolutely,
dear."  She put her hand in his, and wrapped her other arm around his neck. 
He placed his hand on her waist, and pulled her to him.  They moved silently
around the room, enjoying the music.  She laid her head on his shoulder, and
they continued to dance.
 
          As their dancing continued, Ron psionically looked through her CD
collection.  He started choosing slightly faster melodies as they danced. 
When he felt it was time, he started choosing music that would allow for more
modern dance, that would put them in more of a mood.
 
          After one particularly arousing melody, they moved toward the bed. 
Ron already had a predetermined list of songs ready for this in his head, and
he set that portion of his mind loose to handle it.  Now he focussed his full
attention on his beautiful mother, now lying on the bed, awaiting him.  He sat
down beside her, taking in her beauty.  He reached his hand out to her face,
and caressed her soft cheek, sliding his hand down along her neck and
shoulder.  Sandra was relaxing into the game, forgetting about her job, her
lack of any direction in her life, her lack of control in her own house.  All
she was thinking of was how good it felt to be caressed, to be loved, and
wanted.
 
          Ron continued his caressing, moving softly down her arms, then her
sides, and eventually her legs.  Neither of them had yet removed any clothing,
though his mother's skirt was riding a little high on her legs.  Ron leaned in
to his mom, and kissed her gently on the lips.  He broke the kiss before it
could become passionate, for that was not what he had in mind today.  He
continued, kissing her face, her cheeks, then her neck.  He moved down slowly
towards her chest.  As her reached the first button on her blouse, he undid it
and kept kissing, lower and lower.  As was standard for Sandra anymore, she
was not wearing a bra.  By the time Ron reached the bottom of her abdomen, she
was moaning softly, and her motions on the bed had exposed nearly all of her
breasts.  Ron gently laid back the fabric of her blouse, exposing her bust
fully to his view.  He kissed and licked his way around both of her breasts,
at first avoiding the nipples, but then focussing on them.
 
          Ron knew what his mother liked.  This treatment was driving her wild
with desire.  Her squirming increased until at last Ron knew she was ready to
continue.  He moved down to her knees, and began kissing his way up her legs. 
He unzipped her skirt and laid it aside, exposing her naked pussy.  Ron didn't
like his women to wear underwear, and so no one in the family wore it except
when absolutely necessary.
 
          Ron continued his kissing until he reached her pussy.  He kissed his
way all around it, teasing and tempting, until her excitement had reached a
fever pitch.  Finally, Ron plunged his tongue deep into her slit.  Sandra let
forth a gutteral moan that filled the room.  Ron kept his tongue rigid, moving
it in and out of her like a cock.  Sandra was going crazy.
 
          Ron began licking up and down her slit, still avoiding her clit. 
Occasionally, he'd plunge his tongue back into her cunt, raising her slowly
ever closer to her climax.  When Ron felt she was almost there, he took her
clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard while he lashed it with his tongue. 
Sandra arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream.  Her body went
rigid with her orgasm, except for little ripples in her muscles running up and
down her body.  Sandra was in heaven.  Ron continued to suck on her clit,
keeping her in her orgasmic bliss for minutes.  As soon as she would start to
come down from one orgasm, he'd work a little harder, and she'd be off again.
 
          Eventually, she had to descend from the peak.  Sheer exhaustion
caught up with her.  "Oh, God, Ron.  That was the best anyone has ever eaten
me out."  She reached over and gave her son a kiss.  Ron knew his mother was
spent, and so he let her go, and she fell quickly asleep.  Ron, however, still
needed some relief.
 
*          <Megan, meet me in my room.>*
 
          Ron arrived at his room, only to find Megan already there, naked and
waiting.  Words were completely unnecessary at this point, as it was obvious
what they both wanted.  Ron made some gestures towards foreplay, but his heart
really wasn't in it.  Finally, Megan couldn't stand it anymore.  "Master, just
fuck me!"
 
          Ron, not being the type to be contrarian, readily agreed.  He pushed
her down onto the bed, and fell on top of her.  He placed his cock at the
entrance of her pussy and pressed in.  As his rod plunged into her, she let
out a hiss that sounded like steam.  They set out at a furious pace, her hips
bucking back just as hard as he plunged into her.  Their grunts and moans of
pleasure filled the room.  Ron could feel her pussy clinging to his cock as he
pulled out, and it felt so warm when he pushed back in.  Megan's cunt was
meant for just one thing, and that was hard, long screwing.
 
          They continued for a long time this way, sometimes changing position
so they didn't tire.  At one point Megan was on top, riding Ron's cock for all
she was worth.  Ron played with her tits as she rode, squeezing them and
molding them with his hands, pinching the nipples from time to time.
 
          As they both were reaching their peak, they shared a look that told
each other what they wanted.  Megan got on all fours, pushing her ass high
into the air.  Ron pressed his cock into her asshole.  Megan relaxed her
muscles, allowing Ron easier access to her back door.
 
          Ron pushed in more quickly than he would with anyone else, because
he knew Megan loved this.  He started riding her ass faster and faster,
achieving almost the same pace as he had in her pussy.  Very shortly they were
both on the verge of orgasm.  Ron reached around and  stuck his finger up her
cunt, while massaging her clit.  That was all it took for Megan, who screamed
out her joy for all to hear.  Her ass muscles clenched down on Ron's cock, and
that sent him over the edge, his sperm filling up her bowels.
 
          When they came down, Ron bent down and gave Megan a kiss.  "Thanks,
Meg.  I can always count on you to help me out."  She smiled up at him, and
kissed him back.
 
          "Any time Master, any time."
 
 
 
          When his mother awoke, she found Ron sitting on the edge of the bed
gazing at her.  She smiled up at him in remembrance of their experience.  "You
are a wonderful son, Ron.  But, I'm sorry that I couldn't finish my part."
 
          "That's okay, Mom.  Megan was glad to help out.  I'm gonna go to
work with you tomorrow.  Your boss and I need to have a little talk.  It's not
right that she treats you that way."
 
          "Thank you, dear."  She wasn't sure what he had in mind, but she
knew there was little point in arguing with him.  *Besides,* she thought, *he
might just be able to make things better.*
 
 
 
          Ron drove his mother to work, and she gave him a tour of the
facility.  She worked at a large electronics plant which manufactured all
types of gizmos and gadgets for the consumer electronics market.
 
          "Ms. Chaffey, what in the hell are you doing?"  This was Ms.
Molinov, Sandra's boss.
 
          "I'm showing my son around the plant, Ms.-"
 
          "Is this your lunch break?"
 
          "No, ma'am."
 
          "Then you should be doing your work, not goofing off."
 
          Ron couldn't hold his tongue any longer.  "What is your problem,
bitch?"
 
          Ms. Molinov, shocked, whirled around at him.  "How dare-"  The look
on Ron's face froze her in her tracks.  It was a look she had reserved for her
own use, the look of ultimate power and authority.
 
          "You and I need to talk.  Mom, I'll see you back in your office
later, okay?"  Sandra nodded, and headed off.  "Now, what is your name?"
 
          "Mizz Molinov, and what right-" Ron wasn't letting her get a word in.
 
          "I meant your first name, *Miss* Molinov?"
 
          "I don't wish for you to address me by my first name."
 
          "Your wishes are irrelevant." Ron's voice hardened, but he didn't
raise it, because he didn't wish to draw attention.  "What is your name?"
 
          "Tanya," she replied meekly.  She was being cowed by a young boy,
and she didn't like it.
 
          "Fine, Tanya.  Let's go to your office."  She led off towards the
back of the plant.  The further away from the main area of the plant they got,
the worse she felt.  She had no way of knowing that Ron was already messing
with her head.  

          By the time they arrived at her office, she was thoroughly afraid of
Ron.  "What are you going to do to me?"
 
          "That is not yet your concern.  Sit down."  She sat in her chair,
and Ron  moved around the room, looking at her office equipment, her computer,
and generally being nosy.  "What is your position here at the plant?"
 
          "I am the vice president in charge of production of this particular
plant."  Stating her importance made her feel better, but only momentarily.
 
          "Hmmm.  Strange that they should put such a weak woman in such a
position of power.  Is that why you hate my mother?  Do you see her as a
threat?"
 
          "I do not hate your-" she could no longer speak.
 
          "You cannot lie to me.  As a matter of fact, I think that, for the
rest of the week, you will not be able to lie to anybody."  Ron pushed a few
switches in her head, and poof! went her ability to dissimulate.  "Now then,
why do you hate my mother?"
 
          "She has advanced through sheer competency.  She has not had to
degrade herself in the manner that I have had to do to get where I am.  She
threatens my job with her skill level.  I fully intend to fire her at the
first available opportunity."
 
          "I see.  Just how did you have to degrade yourself?"  Ron was
enjoying this little game.  It was unimportant to his ultimate objective, but
he had time to kill, and he liked watching her squirm.
 
          "I'd rather not say."  *True, absolutely true.  She'd rather not
say.  But she's gonna.*
 
          "I didn't ask you if you wanted to.  Answer the question."
 
          "I have slept with every supervisor I have ever had.  I am presently
having an affair with the CEO of the corporation."
 
          "And you find that degrading?"
 
          "Yes!"  Didn't this kid know anything?
 
          "Why?  Don't you enjoy sex?"
 
          "I prefer to choose my partners.  Further, those men think they own
me.  Like I'm some kind of toy for their amusement."
 
          "You are.  And you will continue to be.  As a matter of fact, I
think that you should be played with by more people than your supervisors..." 
Ron made some adjustments in her head.  This was all he really ever had to do,
but he enjoyed making her squirm under his scrutiny.  "My mother is not to be
treated with disrespect ever again.  If I find that you have done so, the
treatment you are about to receive will seem mild in comparison to what I will
do to you.  Is there a section of the plant where only a few people are
working?"
 
          "Yes, in quality control.  It is an isolated, quieter section of the
plant."
 
          "Very good.  Now then, who is in charge of the manufacturing
process?  In other words, if I wanted to change what was being made in the
factory right now, who would I talk to?"
 
          "Me, first.  You'd need an authorization, then you'd need to talk to
Kevin in the computer room."
 
          "Sign my authorization.  Then, I want you to follow the mental
instructions I have given you."  Ron watched her sign the form, leaving the
rest of it blank, and then she moved off in the direction of the quality
control division.  Ron filled in the form, and headed off to the computer room.
 
          Kevin was a helpful soul.  It took them no time at all to get Ron's
design up and running in the computer.  Then the manufacturing process began.
 
 
 
          Meanwhile, Tanya had made it to the quality control section.  Per
her instructions, she stripped herself down.  Then, she laid herself on the
conveyor belt, which moved her quickly into view of all the men working in
this section.  There were four of them here, all surprised to see a naked
woman coming down their line.  It was even more of a shock to find that it was
the head honcho of the plant.
 
          "Well, I'll be damned!" one of them exclaimed.
 
          "Looks like it's time for a break," said another.
 
          "Now wait a minute, guys," said the senior worker.  "This is quality
control.  Now we need to make sure she lives up to our standards."  There was
general enthusiasm at the idea, and all four of them quickly had their pants
off.  By this time, Tanya had rolled off the conveyor belt onto their work
table.  She was mortified to find four very stiff pricks pointing at her.  Her
programming didn't allow her to show her revulsion, didn't allow her to
object.  It forced her to accept the cocks offered to her mouth.  Those two
men took turns fucking their stiff rods down her throat.  She would alternate,
sucking one while jerking off the other.
 
          The other two went to work on the rest of her body.  One started
mauling her tits, grabbing them and squeezing roughly.  He tweaked her
nipples, pinching and twisting them until they stood out rigidly from her
chest.  The fourth man was pushing his finger up into her cunt and licking her
clit, trying to get her wet.  Despite her disgust at what she was doing, the
attention was starting to work on her, and her juices started flowing.
 
          As soon as she was wet enough, the man at her cunt jumped up on the
table, and shoved his cock roughly into her.  She might have screamed, but the
cock filling her mouth prevented it.  After a short time, the man in her cunt
was asked to move aside by the man at her breasts.
 
          "No way, man!  I need this bad!"
 
          "Aw, come on!  We all should get a turn!"
 
          The leader, who was getting his cock sucked at the moment, suggested
something.  "Larry, why don't you fuck her in the ass, so that John can get
some pussy?"  Larry was amenable to this idea, and so pulled out of her cunt.
 
          Tanya was mortified at the idea of someone fucking her ass.  This
was one thing she had never allowed.  At this point, however, there was no way
for her to stop them.  They lifted her up so that Larry could lie beneath
her.  He inserted his cock into her ass, and the pain was intense.  He kept
pushing until he was all the way inside her, filling her ass with his cock. 
John quickly climbed between her legs, and pushed his rod into her now
dripping cunt.  They both started fucking her, alternating John pushing in,
then Larry pushing in as John pulled out.  The sensation, as much as she hated
it, was getting her very hot.  With Larry under her, there was nothing to
support her head, and it was bent back until it again rested on the table. 
This allowed for excellent access to her throat and Will, the leader, took
advantage.  He plunged his cock all the way down her throat, nearly making her
gag.  He started fucking her hard that way.  The fourth man, Bob, contented
himself with fondling her tits for the moment.
 
          Will soon came, filling her throat with his seed.  She tried to
swallow it all, but some ran out of her mouth and down her face.  Will pulled
out to be immediately replaced by Bob.  Her throat was beginning to get sore. 
Meanwhile, Larry and John were still fucking madly in and out of her.  Larry
gave in first, pumping her ass full of his spunk.  John wasn't far behind him,
giving some final deep thrusts before spewing his load inside her cunt.
 
          The men pulled out and climbed off her, lying her on the table as
they got dressed.  As she got up to leave, John called after her.
 
          "When you coming back?"
 
          Reluctantly, unwillingly, she said, "Next week, same time."
 
          The men looked at each other.  This job had just gotten a hell of a
lot more fun.
 
 
 
          When they went home that night, Ron and his mother had to unpack
five thousand small audio units from the back of his Expedition.  Each one
weighing about an ounce, they were the state of the art in miniaturization. 
Kevin, assuming it was a project for the company, had refined Ron's design
using smaller, more sophisticated components.  The speaker, of course, could
not be touched.  Ron was adamant about that.  He didn't want to have 5000
units of junk.  He packed them away in the lab, and went to check on the new
construction outside.
 
          Ron had been preparing for this new venture for a while.  He had
plans drawn up for a fairly large addition to the house.  He walked outside to
survey the day's work.  It was very nearly finished, the siding had gone on
today to match the rest of the house, the roof was fully done.  Since the
interior of the building was very simple, it should be finished in less than
two weeks, he was assured.
 
 
 
          By a strange coincidence, the new addition was completed on the day
Ron was scheduled to meet one Vincenzi Balcore.  This man was the head of the
area's biggest criminal outfit.  Not the mafia as such, they did have
associations with such organizations.  The Balcore organization controlled
almost everything in the area.  The meeting was to happen at Mr. Deneuve's
house.  Mrs. Deneuve and Clarissa were both wearing very skimpy maid outfits,
and catered to everyone's wishes.  

          Mr. Balcore, who had dealt with the Deneuve family in the past, was
somewhat perplexed at the Deneuve women's behavior.  "Hey, Brian, what's up
with the ladies?"
 
          Ron answered for him.  "Mr. Balcore, if you'll allow me, this will
all be explained once we get started."
 
          "All right, then.  Let's get down to business."  Everyone sat around
the table except Ron, who thought better standing up.  "So, what's this big
deal you've got for us?  This better not be a waste of my time."
 
          "I understand you are a busy man, sir.  In order to absolutely
guarantee that you leave happy..." Ron pulled a briefcase from under the
table, and passed it over to the man,  "This is the money that is owed you by
Mr. Deneuve here.  Plus interest, of course."  There was $300,000 in the
case.  Balcore was impressed.
 
          "Okay, at least we got our money, now you said you had a deal for
us?"
 
          "Yes.  Let me ask you:  I know, from talking to Mr. Deneuve, that
you have... a lot of interests in the area.  What is your organization's stand
on prostitution?"
 
          "We've never considered it a lucrative enough business to deal with
its inherent instability.  The revenue is great, but your employees have a
tendency to do weird shit like get diseases and die.  It's a hassle all the
way around, so we never bothered with it.  Is that what this is all about?"
 
          "No, not exactly.  I just wanted to make sure that the plan I am
proposing didn't step on anyone's toes."
 
          "All right, then, let's have it."
 
          "Sir, what I'm proposing, involves the collection and redistribution
of... citizens who are, shall we say, less than productive."
 
          "Collection and redistribution?  What the hell are you talking
about, paisan?"
 
          "Boss, I think he's talking about selling them.  Right?  You talking
about slavery, man?"
 
          "It could be looked at that way, yes.  However, by the time I'm done
with them, the ladies will want nothing more than to be bought."
 
          "Lay it all out for me.  What's the plan, the profits, the whole
bit."
 
          "Okay, it goes like this:  I need you to do two things for the plan
to work:  Provide me with clients, and to... collect the merchandise from off
the street."
 
          "Sounds like we're doing all the work."  The junior man said.
 
          "Not really.  You are both aware of the Deneuve's previous
temperaments?"  Ron indicated the two females, and Balcore nodded.  "They have
both been through a simplified version of what I will do to our merchandise. 
These women still have some level of free will, so they can act on their own. 
When I get done with our product, they will be whatever our customer wants
them to be.  I am not asking for an exorbitant amount of the profits.  You
will be taking a large portion of the risk, yes.  But you will also be taking
the lion's share of the profits."
 
          "How does it work?  I mean, what is the order of events?"  Balcore
wanted to know.
 
          "It goes like this:  You find a girl on the street.  A prostitute,
or a runaway.  We don't want anyone that the police are going to spend time
looking for.  You apprehend them, and bring them to me.  I will give them some
initial programming to keep them... tame.  You then direct your clients to
me.  They will choose the woman they want, and tell me how they wish her to
act.  I will then take two days to prep the female for delivery.  The client
will also select wardrobe for their new toys.  This will be purchased from Mr.
Deneuve's shop, and included in the cost of purchase."
 
          "Sounds good.  What kind of clients are we looking for?"
 
          "Influential ones.  Rich ones.  People with enough influence and
power to be able to appreciate having such a fine servant."
 
          "Hey, I got a question, though.  Mosta those kinds of people got
wives, ya know?  How they gonna get around that?"  Balcore agreed with his
junior that this was, indeed, a problem.
 
          "No problem.  For an extra fee, that will go mostly to me, I will...
alter their wives' personality to accept the presence of another woman.  This
is easy, very straightforward.  I've been doing that for years."
 
          "What stops us from cutting you out of the loop?"  Balcore wanted to
know.
 
          "You don't know how to do the reprogramming, and I will never show
it to you.  Nobody else knows how it's done.  And, before you ask, what keeps
me from cutting you out is that I cannot do the legwork, nor do I have the
contacts, to make this plan go."
 
          "What about cost?"
 
          "My costs are minimal.  Your costs are fairly minimal as well, just
some gas, and the cost of your men.  The men we are dealing with are wealthy. 
My best guess would be in excess of $250 thousand dollars."
 
          Balcore whistled.  "That's a lot of dough for a little work.  What
if we get a sick one, or something?"
 
          "Let me worry about that sort of problem, okay?  I have ways of
dealing with it."
 
          The details of the deal were worked out over the next few hours.  By
the end of the session, everyone, including Mr. Deneuve, were fully satisfied
with the plan.
 
          "Damn.  I never expected I'd be doing business with a kid," Balcore
commented as he was getting ready to leave.  "You've certainly got cajones,
kid.  You better be able to pull this off."
 
          "I'm not worried about me, Mr. Balcore.  So long as you can send me
clients, we've got it made."
 
          Balcore and his man left, leaving Ron with the Deneuves.
 
          "You never told me about the part where I get lots more business."
 
          "Yeah, well.  I like giving people surprises.  Thanks for setting
this up."
 
          "You really think you can do it?"  Brian wanted to know.
 
          "I fixed your family, didn't I?"  Ron shook Brian's hand, and headed
for home.
 
 
 
          Victoria Andrews was walking along a dark street, cold, wet, and
hungry.  Her parents had kicked her out of their house when she told them she
was not going to accept their control over her life.  She was *not* going to
Vassar, damnit!  She wanted to see the world, be with people.
 
          Victoria did not notice the black van that had been following her,
its engine hardly idling.  The van pulled up beside her, and, faster than she
could react, its side door was flung open, and she was yanked roughly inside. 
She was bound and gagged before she had time to resist, and tossed into the
back of the van.  She thanked the heavens that she landed on something soft,
until that something kicked her, and she realized it was another girl! 
*What's going on?  Why are they kidnapping us?  We've got to find a way to
escape.  These guys are going to rape us for sure.*
 
          They rode around in the back, and picked up two more girls, before
it was so crowded it was hard to breathe.  One of the men said, "Okay, we've
got enough."  Then they started driving.  Victoria couldn't tell where they
were going, but it was out of the city, because the street lights were much
farther apart here.  They continued driving for some time.  Finally, they
turned off the road onto what she hoped was a driveway.  Her backside was
getting sore from all the bouncing on the hard van floor.
 
          The back doors were opened, but what she saw nearly made her faint. 
Five individuals were there, dressed all in black, with hoods on to obscure
their faces.  Their attire was calculated to intimidate, and it was working. 
There were no weapons in evidence, but their stance told the women that they
were probably there.  Each man stepped forward, grabbed a girl, and flung her
over his shoulder.  When all five were out of the van, the doors were closed
and it moved off.  The girls were carried into a large building.  They were
put in a large room.  Their gags were removed, but they were told not to
talk.  The men arrayed themselves around the room, observing the women, but
not being actively hostile.
 
          The door opened.  The bright light from the hallway made them all
squint.  The door closed, and their eyes readjusted to the dim light in the
room.  The man before them was dressed in casual attire, jeans and a T-shirt. 
Over these, he wore a lab coat.  His hair was cut neatly, over the ears.  His
eyes were piercing; Victoria didn't like his gaze.  He was carrying a
clipboard, on which he was writing information.  He would stop in front of one
girl, write something down, and move on to the next.  When he was finished, he
handed the clipboard to one of his assistants in black.  He gestured to
another, who brought the lights up slowly, until they could see him easily.
 
          "Hello.  Please do not be alarmed.  We are not here to physically
abuse you, rape you, or in any way cause you undue mental or physical stress. 
I dare say that your life after leaving here will be far happier than it was
when you came in.  You may not believe me now, and I'm sure you don't trust
me.  How could you possibly, when you've been, to use your term for it,
abducted off the streets and brought to this strange place?
 
          "I am the head administrator of this facility.  I am also its chief
scientist.  Okay, I'm it's only scientist.  You and I will be interacting on a
constant basis while you are here.  You will remain in this facility for a
minimum of four days.  I cannot tell you how long you will be here exactly, it
depends on... other factors.
 
          "The rules are very simple:  do what you are told.  Do not do
anything that you are told not to do.  If something is ambiguous, in other
words, if you aren't sure whether or not you should do it, *don't*.  When in
doubt, your safest course of action is none at all.  If you obey the rules,
you will be treated kindly, and you may even enjoy your stay here.  It is
unlikely that any of you will be disobedient for long, but I'd prefer to avoid
such unpleasantness.  I will now allow exactly two minutes for questions."
 
          "What are you going to do to us?"  One girl asked.
 
          "We are conducting an experiment.  There is an old question about
environment versus genetics.  Which decides how you will behave?  If it's
genetics, then there is nothing we can do to change your lot in life.  We,
however, believe it is environment.  We are here to prepare you to enter a
wholly new environment from the one you have known.  It is our hope that your
new life will prove to be more productive and useful.  Now then, that uses up
all of the two minutes.  You will very shortly be taken for a physical exam. 
You will be taken one at a time, and the examiner, to make you feel better, is
a female.  Please cooperate with her, I don't want to have to discipline
anyone the first night out."
 
          Ron left the room, and the door closed.  Victoria was stunned.  *A
new life?  What kind of crap are they talking here?  What, are they going to
send us off to finishing school?  Or maybe they want to make better people out
of us by planting microchips in our head.  I don't want any part of whatever
this is.*  Not that she had a choice, mind you, but her resolve was strong for
the moment.
 
          Another person came in, this one dressed in gray.  He pointed to
Victoria, and one of the black-clad guards untied her.  "Stand up, please." 
She rose as requested, a little unsteady on her feet.  The man in gray was
nice enough to wait for her to get her legs back.  "Please come with me."
 
          They walked down a short hallway to an examining room.  "In there. 
Remove your clothing and lie down on the table.  The technician will be with
you shortly."
 
          Victoria did as requested, puzzling only slightly at the man's
choice of words.  *Surely he meant 'doctor'.*
 
          The door opened, and a very young woman... no, there was no way
around it, a *girl* walked in.  "Hello.  My name is Karen.  Let me explain
what is about to happen to you.  I'm sure, when our administrator said
'medical exam', you were expecting to see a doctor.  There will be no probes,
no x-rays, nothing you would classify as a test.  I will be placing my hands
on various parts of your body.  Some of the time, you may be uncomfortable. 
For that, I apologize now, but there is no way around it.  You will most
likely not understand what is happening, and I am not allowed to explain it to
you.  Please lie still, and I will begin the exam."
 
          Victoria lay back, and Karen placed her hands on either side of
Victoria's head.  Her hands moved down to her cheeks, then pressed on her
shoulders.  Victoria jumped when Karen pressed her hands into her tits, but
there was no sexual content there.  She moved on to the abdomen, and then the
pelvis.  Victoria didn't know what could possibly be obtained by this sort of
probing, but it wasn't a very thorough way of checking health.  Soon, Karen
was finished and asked Victoria to sit up.
 
          "For the record, what is your first name?"
 
          "Victoria."
 
          "When did you break your leg?"
 
          "What?"
 
          "Your left femur.  When did you break it?"
 
          "Six years ago.  But how did you-"
 
          "You are aware that you are a borderline diabetic?"
 
          "Well, my doctor says I can deal with it through diet.  I want to-"
 
          "And, is it your father or your mother who has Valervan's syndrome?"
 
          "My mother.  How can you know about something that only shows on a
DNA test?"
 
          "I told you I'm not allowed to explain the methods of our
examination process.  We will take care of your diabetes, and we'll repair the
Valervan gene loop before the project is complete.  We want you to leave here
healthy.  I'm scheduling two sessions for you in the next two days.  Don't
worry, the procedures are very straightforward.  Please get dressed."
 
          Victoria dressed herself, but then a though struck her.  "Are you
telling me that you can CURE Valervan's?"
 
          "Yes.  Quite easily, it's only a genetic defect.  Harder to do when
someone actually has it, but you are just a carrier.  You would never have
developed the disease, but you could have passed it on to any children you may
have.  We will remove the problem, so that your children will be perfectly
healthy, or at least have every chance at it."
 
          The man in gray came back.  Karen said to him, "Room 12.  Clean
bill."  The man motioned for Victoria to follow him.  He led her down a longer
hallway, lined with doors.  He went to one marked "12", and opened it. 
Inside, Victoria saw many cots , bunked three high, lining the walls.  In the
middle of the room were couches and a table.  There were six other girls in
the room.
 
          "Ladies, this is your newest roomie.  Let's not misbehave now."  He
turned to Victoria.  "You will be called over the PA system when you are
needed.  At those times, you will step outside the room, close the door, and
*wait*.  Do not move from the square outside the door until someone arrives to
escort you.  Unauthorized walks outside this room will not be tolerated.  Do
you understand?"  Victoria nodded, and the man left.
 
 
 
          For the next two days, Victoria spent the bulk of her time in room
12.  Their meals were brought in, the bathroom was connected to the room, and
any activities they engaged in were among themselves only.  Victoria never saw
any of the other four women brought in with her that night.
 
          Twice in those two days, Victoria's name was called, and she went
out in the hall to stand in the square.  The gray man, as she'd taken to
calling him, led her down the hallway to a medical facility.  Well, she knew
that's what it was *now*.  Then, it had looked like a laminar room with an
examining table in it.  Both of the "operations" had been performed quickly,
quietly, and with little fuss.  She was informed, after each operation, that
it had been a success, and that, in each case, she might feel slightly ill for
the next few hours.  She didn't feel bad at all, really.  It didn't seem as
though anything had been done.  What could three people standing over her
naked body and touching her do?  It was the silence that was creepy.  None of
them ever spoke to each other, only to her.  It was as if they could
communicate with their minds.  *Are these people aliens?*
 
 
 
          It was in her third day that her programming started.  Again her
name was called, but this time the gray man did not come to lead her.  A
woman, dressed in a maroon jumpsuit and wearing a matching hood, approached
her.  She motioned to the girl, and Victoria followed her down the hallway. 
She was directed to sit in a high-backed swivel chair, much like an office
chair, in a small white room.  In front of the chair was a large television
set.  The screen had to be 80".
 
          Ron entered the room where Victoria was seated.  "Good morning,
Miss.  Today, we start the learning process off.  Now, I don't want you to be
frightened or anything.  All I am asking you to do is sit there and look at
the screen.  I'm not trying to hypnotize you or anything like that.  I won't
even be in the room until the entire sequence has played itself out.  Do you
have any questions before we begin?"
 
          "Yes.  What are you getting out of all of this?"
 
          "I am a scientist, young lady.  I am doing research.  The
information gathered from you and your associates will advance psychological
science far ahead.  Now, just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."  Ron
walked out, closing the door behind him.  The lights in the room dimmed, and
the TV set came on.  At first it was blank, and then the colors started.....
 
 
 
          "Perfect.  Just like all the others.  I've not encountered a person
yet that could resist this new program."
 
          "What's it doing to them, Ron?" asked Karen.  Karen was Ron's new
assistant.  He felt it would make the ladies more comfortable to be examined
by a female.  Though Karen wasn't as strong a psionic as Ron, she had learned
the medical portion of her psionic training very well.  Besides, Ron knew she
was bright, and she didn't trust CAMP.  Someday, he'd have to ask her what had
tipped her off.
 
          "It's basically doing to them what we would do.  It's removing their
will, and replacing it, right now, with a simple need to behave and follow the
rules.  Their second programming session, when they've been purchased, will
turn them into whatever kind of being the client wants."
 
          "I don't have a problem with it, but isn't this sort of immoral?" 
Karen was a good one for asking questions like that.
 
          "Well, I suppose it could be looked at that way, but I look at it
like this: these girls were all out on the streets.  So, they weren't
constructive citizens anyhow.  They were degrading the 'moral fabric' of our
fair city.  All we've really done, is to take away their free will.  As
psionics, we tend to do that to everyone we meet anyway."  That answer
satisfied Karen, who, as she said, didn't really have a problem with it
anyhow.  To her, the ends had always justified the means.  She had never
regretted killing her parents, and she was forever grateful to Ron for having
stopped the police, and taking her in like he did.  She'd never really thanked
him properly for that.  *Someday, I'll have to tell him thank you.  But just
saying it doesn't really mean anything.  I'll have to think of something
better.*
 
 
 
          Victoria's life became very boring for the next week.  She assumed
that the "learning" would continue.  She didn't feel any different, though she
now no longer considered escape.  She didn't want to cause her captors... no,
the word that came to her mind was "benefactors", any trouble.  A week after
her session, the door to room 12 opened.  She figured they were getting a new
roommate, but that wasn't it.
 
          "Now these women here, are all ready for.... further education. 
They are healthy, and ready to go."  The administrator was talking to another
gentleman, well-dressed and handsome.  He looked very wealthy.  Ron had
explained to him already that the women did not understand why they were
there, and that he should watch what he said.
 
          "I see.  So, you want me to make a decision on who continues on in
the program at this time?"
 
          "That's right.  I realize appearance is not a good judge of
temperament, intelligence, or skill, but we feel that you can decide based on
their actions toward you."
 
          The man wandered around the room, looking at each girl.  They all
looked into his eyes as he passed.  This was part of their programming.  He
stopped in front of Victoria.  "You are a very pretty young lady."
 
          "Thank you, sir."
 
          The man turned to the administrator.  "I think, her."
 
          "Very good, sir.  A good choice.  We can discuss other details in my
office.  Karen, see to it that Victoria is prepared for further education."
 
          "Yes sir," Karen replied.  "Victoria, come with me, please." 
Victoria followed Karen down a hallway.  They stopped at another door.  This
one was room 35.  They went in.
 
          Inside was a complete suite, with a soft bed, a private bath, and
even a TV set.  "For the next portion of your training, you will sleep here. 
We aren't punishing you by the isolation, but what you are learning might
be... upsetting to the other girls.  So, you will stay here while you are in
this phase."
 
          "I understand."
 
          "All of the rules are the same.  When you are called, you will stand
in the square outside the door.  We get cable here, so enjoy."  Karen left
Victoria to make herself comfortable.
 
 
 
          The very next day, Victoria was called.  She was again taken to the
small room.  On her way down the hall, she passed the nice-looking gentleman
who had chosen her yesterday.  She sat in the same chair, facing the same TV
screen.
 
 
 
          The gentleman was with Ron in the control booth.  "What, exactly,
happens in that room?"
 
          "I'm not allowed to tell you that.  Now then, you've filled out the
forms?"
 
          "Yes."  He handed over the personality desires sheet that told Ron
how to program the lady.  "One other question:  you said you could accommodate
almost any request?"
 
          "That is correct."
 
          "Does that include physical?"
 
          "That depends on the request."
 
          "Can you give her jet black hair?"
 
          "That.... yes, we can do that.  And, since you are mentioning hair,
would you like us to make her.... maintenance free?"
 
          The man chuckled at the term.  "What exactly do you mean?"
 
          "We can, so long as we're messing with her anyway, cause her not to
grow any hair on her body below the neck."
 
          "Not even on her... you know, her privates?"
 
          "Correct.  Or, with a little extra effort, we can leave hair there,
but not on her arms or legs."
 
          "Wow!  I didn't know medical science had advanced that far."
 
          "Let's just say it hasn't passed through the FDA yet."  Ron smiled,
knowing the man would never believe the truth.
 
          "Understood.  So, when does she get programmed?"
 
          "It is happening right now.  Given the extra requests you've made,
we'll need one extra day to deliver her to you.  She will be ready for receipt
the day after tomorrow.  I assume there's no problem with that?"
 
          "No, not at all.  Thank you so much.  You've made a longstanding
dream come true."  Ron led the man out of the control room, and out of the
facility.
 
          "Bring your wife by whenever, and we'll... readjust her way of
thinking.  That, of course, is an extra fee."  The man agreed, thanked Ron
again, and drove away.
 
 
 
          Victoria was back in her room.  Only, she wasn't herself anymore. 
Of course, she didn't know that.  The one thought that kept running through
her mind is *Where is my master?  And why am I being kept from him?*
 
          Again, her name was called.  She stood outside, waiting.  The gray
man came and led her to the medical facility.  Again she stripped.  Again,
they placed their hands on her body.
 
          At the end of this procedure, she was told by Karen.  "This
procedure was a request of your master.  Your hair will change color.  Also,
you will notice that some of the hairs on your body are going to fall out. 
Please do not be alarmed by this; it is also at the request of your master. 
Do you understand?"
 
          "Yes.  Please, where is my master?"
 
          "You will see your master when we are sure that our procedures have
been successful.  Probably one more day.  Please be patient."
 
 
 
          Victoria, who now knew herself as Becky, stood in the square outside
her room, awaiting her guide.  The administrator walked up to her.
 
          "Good morning, Becky, and how are we today?"
 
          "Fine, sir.  Will I see my master today?"
 
          "If everything here in the chart checks out, yes."
 
          Becky prayed that everything would be fine.  She had never before
been away from her master for so long.  At least, that's what she thought.
 
          "Well, Becky, everything here looks perfect.  Did you notice any
hair loss?"
 
          "Yes sir.  All the hair on my arms and legs fell out, and even some
around my...my...down there, sir."
 
          "I see.  Well, as you were told, that was the request of your
master.  So, let's go see him, shall we?"  Becky beamed as Ron led her down
the hall and into the reception area of the facility.  She saw her master
standing near the entrance waiting.  She had to restrain herself from running
to him, but she had not yet been given permission.
 
          "Go ahead, Becky.  You're free to go."  She bolted to her master's
side.  She grabbed his arm and looked up at him longingly.  

          "How much longer will my wife take?"  He asked.
 
          "She should be done any time now."  Ron turned to Megan, who was the
receptionist at the facility.  "Has he squared away payment?"
 
          "Yes, sir.  Payment received in full."
 
          "Very good.  Ah, here comes your wife now."  The woman came in with
a wide smile on her face.
 
          "Ah, there you are!  I missed you!"  She gave him a kiss, and then
looked at 'Becky'.  Who is this?"
 
          "This, Yolanda, is my new toy.  Her name is Becky.  She will be
sharing our bed often, and supplanting you in it from time to time."
 
          "I see.  Well, if that's the way you want it, then I suppose that's
the way it will be.  Can we go home now?"
 
          "Yes.  Thank you again, sir.  I don't know how to thank you."
 
          "That's easy.  Tell your friends about us.  But, let's keep it
quiet, shall we?"  They both had a good laugh.  The trio left, and Ron went
back to work.
 
 
 
          That night, just before bedtime, there was a call for Becky.  The
caller said only, "Begin program one."  Then he hung up.  In accord with her
instructions, she returned to the bedroom, took her watch off, and turned it
face down, revealing a small electronic device attached to the watch.  She
tapped the button on it once, and an LED flashed twice.  Knowing that it was
doing its job, she climbed back into bed next to her master, whom she spent
the rest of the night satisfying.  Ron's program, phase one, was under way.
 
 
 
          Just as life was settling down to a new routine, something had to go
and upset the apple cart.  This time, it came from an unexpected direction.
 
          It had taken the workers time to get used to a large white mountain
lion roaming the halls of the reprogramming facility.  Jessica had authority
to enter anyplace she desired.  Normally, she followed Ron, unless he asked
her not to.  This he did occasionally, so as not to scare the patients.  He
was not surprised, then, to find her waiting for him in her office.  He was
shocked, however, when he found himself in the Plane of the Watchers.
 
          "Jess?  What's up?  You don't normally bring me here."
 
          "Ron, there's a serious problem.  It's about Miko.  Take her to the
doctor, as soon as possible.  If the doctor verifies that her blood chemistry
is going haywire, I'll explain more.  Just get her to the doc, soon."
 
          "Is tomorrow soon enough?  She has a scheduled appointment at 11:30."
 
          "That'll do.  It would be unseemly to upset a doctor's schedule, as
much fun as it might be for you."
 
          "What should the doc be looking for?"
 
          "Tell her to run a blood test just to check her blood chemistry.  If
she doesn't find anything unusual, then the info I'm getting here is wrong. 
Otherwise, you've got a hell of a problem.  I'll explain later if necessary."
 
          Ron abruptly found himself back in the real world.  He wondered why
she had been so curt with him, but then he realized one of his staff was
entering the room.  *How does she do that?*
 
 
 
          Doctor Brown was not at all comfortable with Ron in the examining
room.  Her body was giving all sorts of crazy signals.  If Ron had not been so
concerned about Kumiko, he would have been thoroughly amused.  He had checked
the schedule on entering the office.  He knew that the next people in to see
the doctor would be a very young couple.  As a matter of fact, the young man
had just graduated high school the past year.  He was sure that the two would
have a wonderful time.
 
          "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job, young man?"
 
          "Just shut the fuck up and do it, lady.  I haven't got the time nor
the inclination to sit here and argue with you."
 
          The doctor went out in a huff, saying that a technician would be in
shortly.
 
          "Why are you insisting on the blood test, Master?  I am feeling
okay, I guess, for a pregnant woman."
 
          "Just bear with me, okay, Miko?  Excuse me, Kumiko."  More often
lately, he had been slipping and calling her Miko.  He still remembered their
first meeting in the girls' restroom of the high school, and he wished his
life were still that simple.  He also wished Kumiko were still that same girl,
but she wasn't.  Life in Ron's family had been no picnic for her, and it had
not been good for her.  With Ron's "assistance", she had been able to bear it,
but she was no longer the sweet, naive girl he had fallen for back then. 
*Back then?  It was, what?  Two years ago!  Seems like a lifetime!*
 
          The technician came in, and drew the blood.  When Ron asked her how
long the test would take, she told him about an hour.  As she was leaving, Ron
saw the young couple being led back to the next exam room.  *At least I'll
have entertainment while I wait.*
 
 
 
          In the next room, Dr. Brown was having trouble focussing on her
job.  Her pussy was wet, her vision was blurred, and all she could think about
was tearing her clothes off and climbing up on this young woman and eating her
pussy out.  For now she was fighting the urge, but she was losing, and she
knew it.
 
          "Doctor, are you okay?"  The young man, whose name was Fred, asked.
 
          "What?  Yes, yes, I'm fine.  Okay, now I have to stick this
instrument up your wife's pussy... I'm *sorry*, I mean her cunt... *no, NO*, I
mean her *vagina*, to make sure everything up there is... is... all lubed and
wet and hot and really needs a good sucking and... and... oh my God!"  Dr.
Brown had no more words.  She bent down and began licking the lady's pussy. 
The woman, named Mary, was shocked, but couldn't sit up.  Fred was frozen,
unable to move in his awe.
 
          Mary wasn't long before she started moaning and twisting on the
table.  Dr. Brown started removing her own clothes.  When she had pulled them
all off, she looked over at Fred.  "Would you care to enjoy mine?"  That was
all she had to say, and Fred was galvanized into action.  While Dr. Brown
returned to Mary's cunt, Fred knelt down, and started lapping at Dr. Brown's.
 
          As they continued, both Dr. Brown and Mary came, but Fred never
did.  Dr. Brown realized this, and she felt the problem needed to be
rectified.  "Ah-hem.  As part of the doctor-patient experience, it is
sometimes necessary for me to witness certain acts.  Right now, Fred, I would
like you to screw Mary silly while I watch.  Mary, while Fred is screwing you
silly, I'd like you to eat out my pussy."
 
          Mary had little time to object as her mouth was suddenly filled with
the doctor's cunt.  Her own cunt was soon filled with something very long and
hard, and attached to her husband.  Fred was pumping furiously inside her.  He
ran his hands over her taught abdomen, and all of a sudden, he felt the baby
move.  He wasn't sure whether he felt it first with his hands or his cock, but
it was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced.  He started ramming
furiously into her, while the doctor played with her enlarged tits, squeezing
them, actually milking them.  She lapped up the milk that oozed out of them,
and kept squeezing.  Fred continued to run his hands over her stomach,
occasionally feeling the baby twitch or kick.  His wife's moans, muffled as
they were by the doctor's muff, still permeated the room.  The doctor's moans
were probably audible in the waiting room, as loud as she was.  Fred himself
was grunting with each hard thrust into his wife.  He was wondering now if
there was any way to get one of these exam tables with the stirrups for his
bedroom.  He found the whole situation absolutely fantastic.  The doctor
reached down and started playing with his balls.  This was all Fred could
handle, and he gushed forth into his wife.  Mary, feeling his sperm, climaxed
herself, and sucked harder on the doctor.  Dr. Brown came from the sheer
excitement and naughtiness of the act.
 
          After all the orgasms had subsided, Dr. Brown climbed down off her
patient.  Fred had pulled out of Mary, and was cleaning himself up with
tissues.  The doctor was extremely embarrassed, and mumbled something about
letting the nurse take over from here.  

          After the doctor left, Fred looked over at Mary, who was smiling
serenely.  "If all your visits are like this, I want to come more often!" 
They both had a good laugh at that.
 
 
 
          Shortly thereafter, Dr. Brown returned to Kumiko and Ron, with a
perplexed look on her face.  Even Kumiko could tell there was a problem.
 
          "Dr. Brown?  Is something wrong?"
 
          "Kumiko.... I don't know how to say this.  Your blood chemistry
is... it's all wrong.  Nothing here makes any sense.  The numbers all read
either way high or dangerously low.  It doesn't fit any known disease in the
books.  I'd like to take another sample for verification.  You say you're
feeling fine?"
 
          "Other than a little fatigue, yes.  I'd assumed that was due to the
pregnancy."
 
          "It probably is.  I don't know why you are not feeling extremely
ill.  Please, after I get the new sample, go home and get lots of rest."  She
turned to Ron.  "I don't know what tipped you off, but you were right.  I
don't know what her normal duties are to you, but she can't do them in this
condition."
 
          "Right now, she doesn't have any duties.  She'll be on bed rest
until you say otherwise."
 
          "Very good.  Now, let's get that other blood sample."
 
 
 
          Later, at home, Ron led Jessica into his private area.  As soon as
they were alone, Ron found himself back in the Watchers' plane.
 
          "Okay, Jess.  What the hell is going on? Miko's blood chemistry was
all over the place.  What's wrong with her?"
 
          "Miko has been possessed."
 
          "What?  Come on, Jess, get real."
 
          "Ron?  Does this look 'real' to you?  I'm beyond the concept of
mortality.  I *know* demons exist.  I've seen them, I've fought them.  It's
part of my job up here to keep them away from you and your family.  This
particular demon is very nasty."
 
          "What does he want?"
 
          "His name is Mordreon.  What he wants... is for Miko to die."
 
          "So why doesn't he just kill her?  I mean, what's going on?"
 
          "Mordreon's power is specific.  He will kill her, but he wants her
to suffer first.  Her, and everyone around her.  The job that demons perform
is to disrupt the existence of humans.  The more chaos they can cause, the
more damage they can do, the more they like it."
 
          "So, how do I stop him?"
 
          "You don't.  Mordreon's power is of short range, but immense power. 
In other words, if you get close enough to fight him, you have no chance of
winning.  No human does.  The psionic power of a demon, well, the scale you
use on the physical plane just doesn't even allow for the concept of this much
power."
 
          "So you're telling me I've just got to let her *die*?  I'll be
damned if I'm just going to stand by and watch!"
 
          "You don't have a choice.  Once Mordreon finds a way into a body,
the only way to get him out is to kill the body.  You should have read the
book more carefully, Ron."
 
          "What are you talking about?"
 
          "Mordreon's way into Kumiko was through the mental lens.  When not
used constantly as a defense, it becomes a gateway for the psionically
proficient.  The same magnifying influence it had on your power, allowed
Mordreon to magnify his power enough to take over.  That, and the fact that
she is pregnant.  See, he's actually not inside her.  He's inside *the baby*. 
That's why you haven't noticed any personality changes yet.  That won't last
long, though.  Soon, she will become dangerous.  To herself, and to everyone
around her.  I'm sorry, Ron, there's nothing that can be done."
 
          "Like hell there isn't!  Watch me."