I Know What You’re Thinking
(POV 1: Annette’s Point-of-View)
-- by lightswitch © September 2007

[(FF, lesbian), lesbian rape, interracial, white female, black
female, asian female, sci fi, humiliation, snuff]

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Annette Fielding smoothed her white lab coat, as she stood
outside the door to the University Biomechanics Laboratory.
Between the extra-large lab coat and the bulky sweatshirt she
wore underneath, she was sure she had to look doughy and out of
shape.

“Good!” she thought. “Maybe this will deter those two lesbo
barracudas I work with!”  After six months as Dr Sappras’ lab
assistant, she had about had it – with both members of the team.

Every single day, she had to play dumb, pretending to ignore the
various advances her professor employed. Dr Felicia Sappras was a
brilliant researcher – the first black woman to be named to a
chair position in the university’s history -- and Annette knew
she had been lucky to have been selected as the woman’s lab
assistant. Ignoring the rumors that Dr Sappras was a predatory
lesbian, she had applied for the lab assistant position and had
been delighted when she had found she’d won one of two coveted
spots.

Until she actually started working the job.

From the start, she had a nagging insecurity that Dr Sappras had
hired her for her looks, more than for her research skills.
Annette was smart, but knew there were dozens of girls who were
smarter – and had been passed up.  However, few girls had breasts
as large as hers.

Dr Sappras was an extremely attractive woman – tall, toned, with
a great figure. Annette knew that any bi- or lesbian girl on
campus would be thrilled to gain her attention.  The only problem
was … Annette wasn’t bi or gay.  She just wanted to complete her
degree and start doing some of her own research, some day.

Sex … even straight sex … was a distraction.

And even worse than Dr Sappras was the other lab assistant: Kim.
Kim was a beautiful Korean grad student who must have had a
genius level IQ. Unfortunately, the pretty Asian was also a
mean-spirited bitch, as well as a dominant lesbian, to boot. At
first, Annette had suspected that was why Dr Sappras had hired
Kim. But after a few weeks, it was obvious that there was a major
personality clash between those two.

The good part was, Dr Sappras had a tendency to favor Annette.
The bad parts were: Dr Sappras kept making romantic overtures to
Annette and Kim saw these, as well as seeing Dr Sappras’ fairly
blatant favoritism. The pretty Korean’s jealousy just made her
meaner.  Annette didn’t give a damn about “lab politics,” she
just wanted to do her job and be done with it.

Kim came on to her every day, too; but unlike Dr Sappras’
attempts at gentle seduction, Kim came on aggressively and
meanly. It was obvious that the beautiful Korean’s need for
domination was far rougher and crueler than the older black
woman’s.

Annette didn’t care. She had no intention of becoming intimate
with either of them.

Breaking her reverie, she glanced up and down the hall before
opening the lab door.

To her surprise her colleague was already here. Kim!

The pretty Asian jumped when Annette entered and hastily dropped
a helmet she’d been holding back onto Dr Sappras’ work table.

“The CEFS?” Annette wondered. “What had Kim been doing with the
Cerebral Electric Field Sensor prototype?”  She didn’t care. Best
not to get involved. Ignoring her teammate, she silently walked
over to her workstation and began making a show of calibrating a
radiation gauge.

“You’re early.”

Annette jumped. She hadn’t expected Kim to approach her. The
pretty Asian girl’s statement could have been an innocent
conversation starter.

Or an accusation.

Annette nodded, not looking up. When she peripherally saw that
Kim wasn’t leaving, she explained “I needed to get some
calibrations done.”

She felt strong hands start massage her shoulders. “Sure you did,
baby,” the Korean girl purred. “You didn’t come here early,
hoping to meet me, did you. Just keep telling yourself that.”

Annette angrily shrugged the groping hands away. But they came
back, insistent … rubbing … stroking …

“You have a nice body,” Kim murmured. “Why do you insist on
hiding it. Why do you insist on hiding your desire for me?” The
hands stroked lower, deliberately groping the white girl’s
well-padded chest.

Annette slapped the hands away. “Oh, leave me alone, Kim!” she
said angrily. “For the thousandth time: I am not a lesbian. I
don’t ‘want’ you. You don’t turn me on. We are never going to be
‘together.’”

The beautiful Asian girl smiled, but her eyes flashed angrily.
“Keep telling yourself that, honey. We both know that you’re
going to be mine, eventually.”

“Fuck you!” Annette shouted, losing her temper.

The Korean girl remained placid. “No,” she said, evenly, “*I* am
going to fuck *you.* It is only a matter of time.”

“Like hell!” Annette retorted. “You can kiss my ass, you twisted
dyke!”

“You’ll be doing more than kissing my ass,” the implacable Asian
girl smiled. “It is inevitable. Your eventual domination is
unavoidable. Why not give in now? You know how I love topping
white girls.”

Annette bit her tongue. Why was she arguing? It only played into
the sick dominatrix’s mind games.

Snorting, Annette went back to her gauge.

Kim seemed about to pursue, but was interrupted by the lab door,
banging open. Doctor Sappras strode in, tossing her motorcycle
helmet aside as she entered the lab.

“The professor *is* rather hot,” Annette thought, trying not to
stare at the attractive black woman. Some days she actually toyed
with the idea of letting the sultry. dominant lesbian seduce her.
But she always rejected the idea; too many complications to the
working relationship. Besides, she didn’t want to commit to
lesbianism.

And dominants were so damned over-bearing and pushy!

The professor’s eyes fixated on the CEFS that Kim had dropped
onto her work station. Annette saw her furrow her brow and frown.


“Annette! Kim!” she called to the two grad, “did one of you work
on the Cerebral Electrical Field Sensor prototype while I was
gone?”

Annette shook her head without looking up. “Uh uh, Dr. Sappras,”
she said, continuing her calibrations on the radiation gauge.
“You *know* that I think the CEFS is a waste of time. Neural
signals occur inside the brain; they don’t manifest as a field,
external to the body. And that means there is nothing to measure
or translate – even assuming you could get the algorithms right.”

Annette repressed a smile. Kim was about to be busted. How would
the conniving bitch try to wriggle out of this one, she wondered.

The Korean girl spoke up. “That was me, Dr. Sappras,” she
admitted, boldly looking the professor in the eye. “I thought
that putting a small camera and microphone on the helmet could
provide baseline records that could be sent back to the computer
for analysis.” She seemed to suppress a smug smile.

Annette was surprised, but tried to appear focused on her work.
Kim had admitted to the tampering? She’d already had a track
record of failing to follow rules, was she going to press this
issue, as she had with so many others. Annette knew *she* could
never take such an approach; she tended to follow the rules.

“I also adjusted the antenna circuitry to filter out inputs that
we know aren’t correlated,” Kim continued, the smug smile
re-appearing to tug at the corners of her lips. “That way we rid
ourselves of distracting irrelevancies and …”

“Kim,” Dr Sappras interrupted, sternly, “you can’t just go adding
components because you think they might be useful! We’ve talked
about this before! You *have* to get permission, first! Ask
Annette or me *before* you make any future changes! Is that
clear?”

Annette winced. “I wish they’d leave me out of this!” she
thought. The lab assistant positions were supposed to be equal,
but Dr Sappras had elevated Annette’s position. “Probably just to
piss off Kim,” she thought.

And it had worked.

The beautiful Asian girl clenched her teeth, glaring first at the
professor and then at Annette, but said nothing.

Dr Sappras sighed. “Why can’t you be more like Annette?” she
lamented.

Annette winced again. That would be the *last* thing Kim would
want to hear. The white girl sighed. Why did everything have to
be so complicated? Why couldn’t everyone just get along and stay
out of everyone else’s business?

Kim stalked angrily out of the room and Dr Sappras sighed again,
even louder. Annette’s heart went out to the poor black woman.
Even though the professor did pressure many of her assistants
into romantic relationships, Annette believed she had a good
heart. If only she weren’t so … kinky!

Annette finished the gauge and decided to ask Dr Sappras what
needed to be done next. Glancing up, she was surprised to see the
professor, decked out in the futuristic CEFS helmet, posing in
front of the big wall mirror, at the back of the lab. It was a
two-way mirror, used for observing lab subjects without their
knowledge, but it was also fine for checking out your looks, from
this side.

Annette sucked in her breath. Even at 36 years of age, Dr Sappras
looked *hot.* Maybe it was the form-fitting leather motorcycle
gear she was still wearing. Maybe it was the modernistic CEFS
helmet, with its dark, seemingly-opaque black visor. She didn’t
look like a professor so much as some super-sexy, futuristic
dominatrix. Unaware she was being watched, the black woman
unzipped her leather jacket a ways, exposing a dangerous amount
of cleavage.

Annette sat, transfixed. She had to admit, the professor *did*
look good! If the black woman came on to her wearing that get-up,
it might actually be a bit tough deflecting her advances. 
Annette couldn’t help chuckling. Fortunately, the beautiful black
woman appeared totally engrossed, admiring her own sexy
reflection.

Dr Sappras stopped suddenly, her hands flying up to clutch the
rim of the helmet.  Annette stared at her teacher in concern. Had
something happened?  She could see the professor’s expression in
the reflection of the big mirror. She looked … surprised?
Shocked?

The transfixed black woman shifted her weight to her other leg.
Her body looked so stiff … tense …

Slowly, Dr Sappras turned and looked at her. Annette couldn’t see
her eyes, hidden behind the visor, but saw the professor’s full
lips part and form an “o” of … surprise?

Annette regarded her with wide eyes. Was the professor OK? Did
the CEFS helmet have a short? Had she been injured? Annette was
breathing heavily, feeling fear well up in her and the beginnings
of panic. Did Dr Sappras need help?  Why was she acting so
strangely?

Slowly, the beautiful black woman approached Annette.

“What do you think, Annette?” the professor teased, slowly
spinning around. “Don’t you think I look hot in this get-up.

Annette looked at her in shock. What the hell?!? What kind of
question was that? Dr Sappras was being a bit more blunt than
usual, except for her really serious attempts at flirting.

Was everything back to normal?

Dr Sappras smiled, slowly and leaned forward, providing Annette
with a good view of her deep-brown, leather-clad cleavage.

“You don’t have to say anything, baby,” Dr Sappras murmured,
thickly. She stroked the pretty brunette’s face, which had become
quite pale. “I think we both know that you’re not leaving here
until I make you my bitch.”

Annette blushed deeply.  What … ?!?

Annette was almost beside herself with concern. This was so
unlike the professor!  She *must* have suffered some kind of
injury! Maybe the helmet had a short and Dr Sappras had been
stunned by an electrical jolt?

Or maybe it was a stroke! How else to explain such bizarre
behavior? The befuddled lab assistant looked at her professor,
wondering what she should do.

The beautiful black woman unzipped her leather jacket all the
way, allowing her large, dark breasts to swing free of their
leather prison.

Annette blinked. This was completely bizarre! Dr Sappras would
never act like this! “What’s the proper method for dealing with a
stroke victim?” Annette wondered, numbly.

A slow smile crossed Dr Sappras’ beautiful, dark face. “Go on,
baby,” she whispered. “Try and resist me. I’m going to break you,
you beautiful little bitch!”

Annette was becoming frightened. This wasn’t like her teacher.
Was she actually in danger, here? The lab assistant began
trembling violently.

“Racist little slut,” the professor murmured, licking her lips.

Annette felt as if she’d been slapped. Race had never been an
issue between her and the professor, before. Or with Kim, for
that matter. Whatever had happened, Annette was now sure her poor
professor had suffered some form of brain damage.

“I’m going to break you, white girl,” Dr Sappras told her. “I’m
going to make you my little, white fuck-toy.”

“That does it!” Annette decided. “I have to get out of here! Dr
Sappras needs help! I have to get to a phone and dial 911!”

Without warning, the increasingly aggressive black woman
straddled the quivering brunette, pinning her arms with strong,
leather-clad legs.

Annette was trembling. Beyond concern for Dr Sappras, she now
realized she was in danger! The professor was not herself; who
knew what she might do, in her current state? She might grow
violent, if provoked.

The professor’s helmeted head jerked back and she seemed to
regard Annette in surprise.  Was she hearing voices?

Dr Sappras pulled her arm back and gave her lab assistant a
stinging slap across the face. Annette could feel an angry, red
hand-print forming across her cheek.

“Doctor Sappras!” she cried, tears welling up in her blue eyes.
“What … what are you doing?!?”

The crazed professor smiled and back-handed the pretty brunette
across the other side of her face. “You fucking little
masochist!” she sneered, raining blow after open-handed blow down
on the stunned white girl, rocking her head from side to side.

The professor slapped her lab assistant into unconsciousness.
Annette’s eyelids fluttered and she slid into darkness.

* * * * * *

Consciousness returned slowly. Annette realized she was still
sitting in the chair, but was now completely nude. The professor,
clad only in the futuristic helmet, was again straddling the
slowly-awakening white girl.

“Please …” Annette sobbed, trying to reason with the woman whom
she once regarded as her mentor.

Dr Sappras cut off her pleas by pulling the brunette’s head back
by her hair and pressing her full, thick lips down onto the
struggling white girl’s mouth.

Annette was shocked and reflexively tried to clench her teeth.
This seemed to incense the beautiful black woman who increased
the ferocity of her kiss.  Frightened by the effect her
resistance appeared to have, Annette stopped her struggles and
allowed the aggressive lesbian’s tongue to probe deeply into her
mouth.

The professor continued to have her way with the pretty lab
assistant’s mouth for another five minutes or so.  Annette had
gone limp, placidly allowing the black woman’s tongue free
access.

Annette could feel Dr Sappras smile as she continued to deep-kiss
her reluctant prey. “What are you thinking, now?” Annette
wondered, fearfully.

Dr Sappras suddenly broke their kiss. “What?” she asked.

Annette, dazed from the prolonged, sensual kiss, tried to gather
her wits. “What what?” she wondered. What was the professor
asking about? With a start, Annette realized her worst fears had
been confirmed: Dr Sappras *is* hearing voices! Annette
shuddered, wondering what repressed compulsions “the voices”
would tell the aggressive black woman to do next.

The professor grinned wickedly at her. “Why you twisted little
pervert!” she chuckled, forcing the struggling lab assistant’s
pretty, pale face between the large, dark mounds of her breasts.
Annette struggled fiercely, but hadn’t taken a good breath before
having her face engulfed. Fear shot through her as she realized
she was rapidly weakening.

She struggled as best she could, but Dr Sappras continued to
tit-smother the pinned lab assistant. Annette knew she was losing
strength fast, her struggles already more reflexive than anything
else.

“I’m going to die!” she thought, in a flash of fear. “This crazed
woman is going to smother me to death between her breasts!”  If
only I *was* a submissive lesbian, she thought wryly, feeling her
consciousness flutter. “This would be a hell of a way to go.”

The professor jerked her helmeted head up, again, and quickly
leaned back, allowing Annette’s pale face to pop out from between
her big boobs. Annette gratefully sucked in great lungfuls of
air.

“That’s too extreme,” the professor said, probably to herself .
Or maybe in answer to the voices she must be hearing.

The gasping lab assistant looked up into the face of the woman
she had once so respected. “She is so far gone!” Annette thought,
a deep sadness overtaking her. “A brilliant mind … driven insane
by a stroke or some injury … such a loss.”  She shook her head.
No time to despair for her professor; she had to save herself!

“I can do that,” the professor nodded, causing a stab of fear to
shoot through Annette.

Do what?!?

The beautiful black woman pulled the semi-conscious white girl
out of the chair and dumped her onto the cold, concrete floor.

Although still dazed, Annette saw the door to the Observation
Room open and the pretty Korean lab assistant walk back into the
room. “Thank God!” Annette thought, relief flooding through her.
It was Kim!  Kim would help!

Dr Sappras looked up and regarded  the surprised Asian girl
through the one-way visor.

“Doctor Sappras!” the pretty Korean girl gasped. “Annette!”

A wave of gratitude washed over Annette and all of the previous
hard feelings she harbored towards her bitchy colleague were
swept away. But … did Kim realize she had interrupted a lesbian
rape? Surely she didn’t think she’d walked in on some tryst … ?!?

The professor froze in position, still pinning the semi-dazed
white girl on the floor. “What will she do, now?” Annette
wondered. Will she run? Will she fight? Will she continue? Would
Kim come to her rescue, if the professor *did* continue?

“Kim,” the beautiful black woman barked, startling the pinned
brunette, “strip and sit on this slut’s face!” Annette blinked in
surprise. That had been the last thing she had been expecting.
Offering an invitation to join the lesbian rape attempt?

The pretty Korean girl looked surprised, hesitating. “She won’t
really accept such an invitation!” Annette thought, anxiety
floodingback. “She couldn’t! There’s no way … !”

She felt the black woman tense on top of her. Annette tried to
steel herself, ready to do whatever she could, when Kim refused
or came to her aid.

A cruel smile spread across the pretty Oriental lab assistant’s
face, causing Annette’s heart to sink.

“You’re the boss,” Kim shrugged, stripping off her lab coat and
underlying clothes. Annette was not surprised to see the stylish
blouse and skirt that the Korean girl was wearing, under her lab
coat, but she *was* surprised to discover that the pretty Asian
girl was not wearing any underwear beneath.

Annette struggled feebly, still weak from the tit-smothering she
had endured, earlier. “No,” she gasped. “Don’t … you can’t …”

The beautiful Asian girl, now nude, stood over Annette. She
wasn’t even bothering to look at her, instead, ignoring the prone
brunette and fiddling with an iPod.

“Do you like my ass, Annette?” the Korean girl asked casually,
finally looking down. “Would you like to kiss my ass, you
stuck-up white bitch?”

Dr Sappras remained silent, still pinning her white lab assistant
as the pretty Asian taunted her.

Kim straddled Annette’s head, reaching back to spread the cheeks
of her beautiful, golden ass.

“Oh no!” Annette whimpered. She watched in horror as the gorgeous
Korean girl lowered her perfectly rounded ass onto the pinned
girl’s upturned face.

“Lick me, Annette,” she heard Kim order.

Like hell would she lick her treacherous colleague! Annette
struggled, but was unable to dislodge either woman.

“Lick me or you’ll never breathe again,” she heard Kim snarl, as
the pretty Korean forced her ass down hard on the pinned white
girl’s face. Annette went weak with panic. She had absolutely no
air! She’d never recovered from the black woman’s tit-smothering,
and now the Asian dominatrix had forcefully sat on her face
during an exhale, completely engulfing her pale face in the other
woman’s curvaceous, golden backside. Annette realized that she
had absolutely no reserves of air and was already beginning to
black out, lungs burning fiercely.

Desperate for oxygen, Annette did as she was told, extending her
tongue to reluctantly rim her hated rival. True to her word, Kim
raised her beautiful bubble-butt off the white girl’s face a
fraction of an inch.

“That’s it, slut,” she purred. “Give us what we both want.”

Hating herself, but terrified of being smothered further, Annette
continued to tongue the young Korean’s hot, dry asshole.

The pinned white girl felt the Asian girl shift, as Kim continued
to ride her face. “You,” she heard Kim command, “suck my
titties.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Annette felt the black woman’s
weight shift. “She’s doing it!” Annette marveled, ruefully.
“She’s actually making Sappras suck her boobs!”

“What the hell was going on?!?” she wondered. First, her
professor goes crazy and tries to rape her, then her colleague
joins in and actually starts taking over!  What were they
*thinking*?!?

The dominant Asian girl continued to ride Annette’s face for
several minutes, and the pinned girl reluctantly continued to
service the bitch with her tongue. “How about it, Professor,” she
heard Kim ask, “ready to have this little white slut eat your
nasty black pussy?”

Kim’s golden, round ass lifted off her face and she sighed,
thankful not to have to lick the other woman’s asshole any
longer. Her relief was short lived, though; Dr Sappras quickly
took Kim’s place, straddling the white girl’s face with her long,
dark legs.

“At least now it will be pussy and not ass,” the pinned girl
rationalized, weakly.

Dr Sappras lowered her full weight onto Annette’s tear-streaked
face. “Lick me,” she ordered the white girl. “Eat my pussy or
I’ll fucking kill you.”

Annette sobbed, but extended her tongue hesitantly to begin
licking the black woman’s slick, swollen labia.

She was beaten and she knew it. She no longer had the strength to
resist these two dominant lesbians.  She’d surrender to their
lusts, just to get this over with.

“Raise your ass so she can hear me,” she heard Kim order. The
professor complied, reluctantly lifting her crotch to reveal the
subdued white girl, eyes closed and tongue extended, her face
smeared with pussy juice.

Slowly, Annette opened her eyes. Kim, standing arms akimbo,
looked down at her.

The Asian dominatrix had strapped on a truly monstrous dildo and
was now positioned between the white girl’s legs. Kim grinned
evilly, slowly stroking the huge, greased beast strapped to her
pelvis.

“I wanted you to see this, Annette,” she told the horrified
brunette. “I wanted you to know that *you* were the one who was
going to get fucked and that *I* was going to be the one fucking
you.”

Memories of this morning’s angry exchange rushed back to Annette.
Suddenly, all of Kim’s tirades about “Whose ass would be kissed”
and “who would be fucked” became clear. It was all about
dominance. The horrified white girl shook her head and tried to
squirmed away, but the black woman kneeling on her upper arms
prevented that. The cruel Asian girl slowly rubbed the enormous
cockhead against the brunette’s quivering hole.

“There’s no way I can take that thing!” Annette realized,
struggling as the cruel Korean girl teased her.

But she was wrong.

Expertly, Kim slid the tip of the huge rubber dildo between the
brunette’s glistening pussy lips. Annette could feel the cold,
thick strands of lube, drooling off the thick dildo and onto her
vulnerable pussy.

At least Kim had lubricated the monster before raping her, she
rationalized.

The Asian girl slowly wriggled and positioned the huge cock,
pressing it harder and harder against the white girl’s dark
triangle.

Finally, with an audible grunt, she thrust through the resistance
of the white girl’s tight hole, burying the entire fist-sized
cockhead into the brunette’s pussy.

Annette’s eyes bugged out and she gave a strangled cry halfway
between a scream and a gurgle. The thing was *huge* and she felt
as if her insides were being displaced as it was forced in.

Annette lay on her back, still pinned, weeping piteously.

The beautiful black woman straddling her head slowly lowered
herself back down onto the white girl’s face. She didn’t even
wait to see if Annette would start licking; beside herself with
lust, she rubbed herself savagely against the brunette’s pretty,
pale face. Annette could feel the black lesbian’s swollen,
throbbing clit rub against her lips and nose with each slide.

Meanwhile, Kim gave a final push, driving the thick dildo’s head
past Annette’s cruelly stretched vaginal opening and deep into
her battered pussy, forcing a loud moan from the pinned white
girl. The cruel Asian girl began pistoning her pelvis, driving
the rubber cock deeper with each thrust, until, with a cry of
triumph, the beautiful Korean slammed the strap-on all the way
into her victim, smashing their dark-furred mounds together.
Annette felt her ravaged body stiffen under the assault and she
reflexively wrapped her long white legs helplessly around the
Asian girl’s humping, golden ass.

Kim began fucking her in earnest, spearing the huge dildo deeply
into the white girl’s vulnerable cunt, again and again. “How do
you like it, bitch?” she heard the beautiful Asian snarl, as she
continued to rape the pinned white girl. “Who’s the better woman
now, huh, bitch? Who’s fucking who, huh, white girl?”

Annette could feel Dr Sappras start to shake, as the beautiful
black woman rode her face. Then, without warning, the professor
came – she bucked down and ground herself on Annette, savagely
face-fucking the helpless white girl.  Her air completely cut
off, Annette was helpless to do anything but endure the woman’s
intense climactic grinding.

Annette stopped struggling, too weak to even move.

But the furious face-fucking didn’t stop. Lights flashed before
Annette’s eyes and the dark feathery touch of unconsciousness
tickled her brain.  She was dimly aware of some distant pain and
realized the wildly bucking black woman had probably broken her
nose.

“I can’t believe this is how it all ends,” she mused in despair,
slipping slowly into darkness. “Smothered to death under a
crazed, black dominatrix’s cunt while a sadistic Asian dominatrix
rapes me with a dildo bigger than a man’s arm …”  She’d laugh at
how ridiculous it sounded … if she wasn’t going to be killed by
just such a situation, at this exact moment.

She burned with humiliation, both at the degrading circumstances
of her impending death and at the realization that her bitchy
colleague had achieved her boasted ultimate victory.

Worst of all, there was no way she could get back at the smug
Korean dominant.

The aroused black woman was rubbing the white girl’s face raw,
but she no longer cared. Already, she was drifting far away from
her body. “I should have known better than to take a position
where I had to work with two lesbian dominatrices,” she thought,
as the last of her life slowly seeped away.

“What was I thinking?!?”

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Author’s Note: Think you understand the whole story? Read “I Know
What You’re Thinking,” (POVs 2 & 3) for the story from Dr Felicia
Sappras’ and Kim Seung’s points of view!