NOTE: I’ve gotten just one email this week from the Professor, but it contains the key to what had been going on with him these past couple weeks. It also has more than just one photo. He’s on the run now, but from who, I don’t know. However, I’m pretty sure they want him dead.
Since tomorrow is the big game and you’ll be worried about something else, I’ll post his stuff up today instead of tomorrow. Wish John Thomas luck. He might be needing it. Here’s where we left him last Saturday—————————————-——————–As the dance that my two hostesses were involved in was really started to get interesting, or at least as interesting as a fellow with horrible vision and pain just about everywhere would consider, a jarring explosion came from my left. A man entered the room at a speed I couldn’t comprehend due to my vision problem and clothesline-tackled my hostesses with such a force that I felt sorry for them.
——————–As the dance that my two hostesses were involved in was really started to get interesting, or at least as interesting as a fellow with horrible vision and pain just about everywhere would consider, a jarring explosion came from my left. A man entered the room at a speed I couldn’t comprehend due to my vision problem and clothesline-tackled my hostesses with such a force that I felt sorry for them.He stood back up, kicked one of them in the head and put his knee into the face of the other as she tried to get up. He turned and looked at me and said “Oh my God.”, which, to be honest, scared me more than anything so far on this very strange day.
“Are you Professor John Thomas Booty?”, he asked. I slowly noddied in affirmation and he began to approach me. “Give me your right arm.” Being in the state I was in, I had to think about which arm I was going to give him for a moment, but by the time he reached me I had figured it out.
He took something out of his back pocket, snapped it open and pulled out a very strange looking hypodermic needle. Grabbing my wrist, he jabbed it swiftly and unceremoniously into my bicep. I felt no pain, however, which was nice for a change.
As the fluid from the needle entered my bloodstream, I began to think very happy thoughts. But all that ended when the man began to speak.
“Professor Booty, my name is Mack Sauer and I’ve been sent to get you out of here. I have just given you the antidote to the drug these broads shot you up with. It’ll be taking effect any minute now. Can you walk?” I pointed to the electrodes from the Tazer sticking out of my back, and again, he swiftly and unceremoniously ripped them out.
He was quite right about that antidote. I could see the room I was in again, with its strange hanging furniture. Then I saw my hostesses lying beaten on the floor. I don’t know where this guy learned to be that violent, but they taught him well.
“Professor, we have to get out of here, right now. Can you see yet?” I nodded affirmatively and stood up. He drew a pistol from behind his back and we went out through what I thought was the doorway I came in through.
As we entered a hallway, we were met by a woman I had never seen before. He aimed his gun at her and she put her hands up. Mack told her to turn around and step into the doorway across from her. I’d never been in this room, which was a good thing as the walls were covered with mirrors. With whatever they shot me up with that screwed up my vision, this room would have been a nightmare.
And that is where we left her. Mack kicked the doorknob once and bent it up against the doorframe.
The next doorway was closed, but looked like our only exit, so Mack kicked it in. Inside were two more women sitting in front of a computer. They turned to us and smiled.
Mack asked “Are you the monitors?” and they nodded, still smiling. He ordered them to back away from the desk and shot the computer twice. “Can’t leave them with evidence.” was all he said before he ordered them into a closet. That doorknob got the same treatment as the other one.
There was another door in this room, but there was no handle on our side and it was framed to open only from the other side. “That’ll be where the Mistress is hiding” he said. If I could have talked, I’d have told him my motto about how I never met a Mistress I didn’t like. But as if reading my mind, he followed with “No, you wouldn’t like this Mistress.”
He unloaded his pistol at the door and shouted “I’ll kill every woman in this house if you don’t open this door.” This seemed like such an odd threat that I was wholly surprised when it actually opened.
In the doorway stood yet another woman I had never seen before. You could tell that she was in charge though, by her demeanor. “Hello Mr. Sauer” she said. “Shut up, Candice, and tell me how to get out of this damned funhouse you have here” he replied.
“You’re not going to get very far, Mack. You should just leave him for us to play with.”
“I said, shut the fuck up, Candice, or I’ll give you exactly what Gloria got.”
“That was you? You shit-eating pig? It’s too late Mack. You blew up the only way in or out of this house. Now you’re screwed. I’ve sealed this place tight until my boys arrive. They’re going to love hurting you.”
“Only if they can catch me. C’mon Professor, we’ve got to find a way out of here.”
We left “Candice” standing by her desk chair.
