She was murmuring incoherently, waving her hands at the empty air. He watched her flail and grasp at ephemera as a few tears escaped her tightly close... eyes.They were the last tears he’d see her shed.“You should pack.”“I don’t...”“No. Pack now. If not now, when?”“I don’t know.”“Then you’ll end up spending the final hours of our beautiful journey doing something neither of us wants you to do. Is that how you want to leave? In a panicked rush to stuff your last few belongings into a suitcase? Do. .. After a bit of small talk Ron excused himself to visit the men's room."So Lou you haven't said, are you married, or single?" I asked."Well, uh, I'm married... but in the process of getting a divorce," he said."Oh that's too bad," I said. "But lucky for me - that means you're available." Yeah I guess I am," he said. "I haven't really thought of it that way."I reached over and took his hand, gently caressing it. "Well its time you starting thinking that way," I purred. "You're such a sexy. "I don't know about that," answered Yvette. "It is bright enough I am casting a shadow, and your lily white skin is almost glowing in the moonlight. We can probably be seen for miles." My skin isn't lily white. And there isn't anybody around for miles to see us."They continued down the path which was lined by ancient hawthorns. After a short while, Yvette spoke again, "Mom said that White Manor and Twelve Oaks were built by brothers. This path was probably hedged off with hawthorn trees. “Well,” I began, “a typical workday involves me being blindfolded and naked, or mostly naked, on a bed in a testing lab. The walls are all windows, and there are technicians that log their observations. The room has a microphone so they can hear my moans and other noises.”More nodding and scribbling.I continued, “Level One toy testers fly solo. They test the toys while masturbating alone in the lab. My rank is Level Five. This means that I’m often the lab rat for a man, woman, or couple looking.