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“Hello? I’m Mary Tennyson! I’m kinda in a pickle, here – My car broke down in the middle of the woods, around here – Can you perhaps help me?”. The lady on the screen disappeared from the monitor for a moment, then pressing a button. “Come in! – We’ll figure out, something”. Three seconds later, and the big, massive gates, opened, revealing a park, with mixed woodland, and a wavy path. Mary walked slowly finding things becoming stranger, as she neared the mansion. On a part of the park, which couldn’t be seen from the road and main gate, the cut hedges looked, in a word, unusual, with the bushes having been clipped in the shape of classic BDSM positions. – Mummified, hogtied, crucified. “What the hell?”, Mary thought. She stood, staring at the hedges for a moment, then continuing to the mansion. She walked up the stairs to, what she presumed was, the front door. She rang the doorbell, getting greeted by a woman. – “Hello, Ms Tennyson! Come in!”. Mary did as she was told, finding herself in a large hall, with a double marble staircase. “You alright? Those feet don’t look too healthy”, she said. “Well”, Mary answered. “Unfortunately I only had these and a pair of heels with me, on this trip”. “Well, I’m Jean Henson. I’m the owner and Development manager for Henson Industries”. Mary looked at her, thinking for a moment, trying to remember where she had heard about that corporation, before. “May I ask, what you make in your company? – I kinda remember some stuff, but am not quite sure”. Jean smiled. “Well – We do a bit of everything – Robotics, development and manufacturing of medical devices and medicines – We’re probably most known in the “Regular world”, for rubber products – In particular car tires, though we do a lot of custom jobs in more niche parts of these industries and technologies”.

“Let’s call out a mechanic to your car – Do you know a rough address of where you stranded?”, Jean said. Mary pulled out her phone, finding the mark she had put on the map, handing her phone to Jean, who took a quick look. “Hrm, okay, We’ll figure this out!”. Jean pulled out her mobile phone from her breast pocket of her polo shirt, calling up, giving off the location. She put her phone back in the chest pocket, turning her attention back to Mary. “So, Ms. Tennyson! – Are you hungry? You’ve been on a bit of a trip, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you need a refuel”. She clapped thrice, and what looked like a crash test dummy in a tailcoat, came out from some kind of pod-looking thing. “Do you wish to have your tea, now, Ms. Henson?”, the robot asked. “Yes – Make tea and finger sandwiches for two, today, Whetherby” The robot bowed, and walked off into the main kitchen. Jean showed Mary into a sitting room, going to sit in an armchair, and gesturing Mary to another, with a round table, in between. Sitting down, Mary frowned at Jean. “What the heck is happning?”, she thought, when Wetherby, the robot, came out with a silver tray, with a old fashioned silver teapot and Danish Royal Copenhagen Porcelain. “Well, Feel free to jump aboard!”. Jean poured them both a cup of tea. “Milk, Sugar?” Jean asked. “Ehm – Just sugar, please”. Jean then added two sugar cubes, handing the cup to Mary, before she poured herself a cup, adding one sugar cube, and a splash of milk. Mary heard a bubbly rumble from her stomach. “Damn – I am actually hungry!”, she murmured. “Well, help yourself!”, Jean went, pushing the finger sandwiches over to Mary. “Which fillings do we have, here?”. Jean then pointed at the, “Well, we have salmon-salad, on hot smoked salmon, cucumber and cream cheese, and finally a vegan mushroom spread”. Mary raised an eyebrow, going for a mushroom sandwich. “Careful! These look a bit busy, so perhaps hold up a napkin?”, Jean went, a moment before Mary bit into her finger sandwich and some of the filling dripped from the lightly overloaded sandwich, onto her trousers. “Dammit!”, she exclaimed, trying to dry off the worst of the mayonnaise. “We could find a saucer so you don’t have to worry as much about keeping clean”, Jean chuckled.

During their tea, Mary noticed the occasional whiff of a strange smell. She looked around, trying to figure out what or where it was from. Jean noticed Mary having out her antennae. “So, what are you looking for?”, she asked. “Well, that kindof strange smell, I sometimes catch, here – Do you know what it is?”. Jean grinned. “You know what, I’ll tell you about it, when we’re done with our tea”. Finishing the tea, Jean clapped for Whetherby to come clean off the table, then leading Mary to a set of couches in the far end of the sitting room. “Now, you’ve notice a smell, around me, yeah?”, Jean asked. “Well, kinda”, Mary answered. Jean then unbuttoned the neck buttons of her polo shirt, then pulling it off, over her head, revealing a black, v-necked, skin tight t-shirt. She took a spraying bottle from the windowsill behind the sofa, spraying it on the shirt, next to a flabbergasted Mary. Jean looked at Mary. “Surprised?”, she asked. “It just didn’t occur to me, that “That” was what gave the smell of the balloons one’d get at the doctors, when a wee kid”, Mary asked. Mary reached you to touch the shirt, stopping herself, a few centimetres from the rubbery surface. Jean smiled. “Feel free to touch – Just stay off my nipples”. Mary touched with her fingers, running them over the beautiful, female form. From the v-neck, down between the breasts, along the sides of the ribcage. “Intriqued? Interested?”, Jean asked. “I mean – I guess? I’ve never been close to this stuff – Always been kinda “Forever alone”, so I’ve never really had anyone to play with and love”. “Come! I’ll explain a bit of my setup!”, Jean said, putting back on her polo, taking Mary’s hand, pulling her into a giant walk-in closet, up on the first floor.

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