The aide heads down the hall which is nearly empty having been previously cleared on Todd Nichols’, director of the FBI, recommendation. Other than ...he aide, the only other people in the hall are Secret Service agents, so he heads for the first agent. “I need you to report in to Director Rodriquez and tell him to double the Secret Service agents this morning,” the aide says quickly. He stands there just long enough for the agent to relay the message through his mic before he proceeds past.He. It’s still raining, so first one’s mine – 10 to 1 AM. Bink gets 1 to 4 and Mandy gets 4 to seven.Which gets me two goodnight kisses before they slip below to sleep.I’m now alone in the pilothouse, the thrum of the little diesel engine comfortingly constant. The house lights are down, the radar a dull green glow, the panel instruments dimly lit, and there’s nothing visible in front of me now in the rain. I revert to an old standby for solitude – reading. A book on my Kindle keeps me occupied for. I am drained, starved and beaten, and this bitch is grating my nerves. Forgive me- You will learn to shut the fuck up when I am speaking, or I will have to teach you the hard way. Her face is ashen with pure terror but her mouth stays closed. Good. Now tell me, what is your name? Her eyes widen but she says nothing. When I ask a question, I expect an answer. Speak! Th- they c-call me Ida, majesty. And I am assuming that Asmodeus has assigned you as my handmaid. Am I correct, Ida? Yes, my lady. She suddenly realizes that it is she that is at the girl’s mercy, and not the other way around.Stunned, Grace falls backward onto her ass on the ground of the parking area as Echo releases her head from her powerful young legs. The woman’s face is soaked. Liquid drips down from her face. The front of her shirt is clinging wetly to her breasts. Then Echo seems to falls forward from the hoverbike, and in the lowered darkness of the parking area, she is suddenly on top of Grace.Grace touches the.