Even her nervous babbling had ceased. Her face was frozen in wide-eyed anticipation, her mouth slightly open, her lips moist from her tongue which fli...ked over them intermittently. She was starting to sweat. I love sweaty girls, particularly if they are kittens hanging in suspension waiting to be punished.I opened the cabinet where the whips hung, letting her see the display. She gasped and squirmed harder, twisting like a sheet in the wind.“Which ones should I use on you?” I asked evilly.“Oh,. ..I splashed some water on my face ...gathered myself and returned to the table where they were all laughing ..."we've pulled the short straw " Vicki said " we've got to go to the shop for more wine " I tried to persuade my wife to come but she was happy having someone new to talk the life out of .We walked to the car ..as soon as we sat down she was pulling at my trousers "what are you doing ..we can't do this "I said ..but that didn't put her off "you better start driving or they might think. We'd camp tonight and then I'd jump us to the Dambro's at first light, or rather to a spot just down the road from it that River had shown me in her thoughts.I was using the gifts more in recent months than I ever had. I was discovering the Light again as well, after almost completely ignoring it since I went through Transformation. I was giving River and Trunk regular Light treatments in addition to the exposure they were already getting when I jumped them. I knew the recognized side effects. (Chivalry precludes me from mentioning my following in the footsteps of certain family elders. Re: my perhaps inclusion in the Advertising Industry’s Whose Who. It could happen someday, I will go so far as to say that.)Now, it’s not all glamour and three martini lunches. In fact, no martinis; the Gibraltars are devouted Mormons. So ... tact, delicacy, discretion, that’s my middle name. Or, names, for you technocrats.The account manager herself, Louise Lane, is what you might call old school. In.