The skeptical professor would have quite likely scoffed at Spender's admission of paying nearly a grand for this low budget funhouse.  But it was as if the question had lost all interest for her.<br/><br/>Lea had barely recovered from the first flashback than another struck her physically, she bowed over a moment but soon recovered, at least physically.  But her gaze now had a somewhat otherworldly look and the normally confident professor seemed more docile and uncertainly.  Her grip on Spencer's hand became much reduced, though she made no effort to brake from his grip she stepped back as if in fear of him.<br/><br/>"I haven't stolen anything!"  She protested meekly, her feet trying to take her away from the other two but unable or unwilling to break away from even the slightest remaining grip of the grad student.  It was as if she were afraid to displease or defy him but was desperately fearful.<br/><br/>"No please."  She whimpered softly, like a child about to be punished rather than the sexually confident woman who had initially joined them.  Spencer's further inquiries were met with only a puzzled and frightened face.  "I haven't seen anything, only the master..."  She appeared ready to make a confession of just what she had observed of the master but suddenly thought better of it.  Her heart was racing, her chest rising and falling as she panted with fear and a primal fight or flight response but afraid to do either.