The concrete felt hot against her bare feet in the midday's sun. She pressed a slender shoulder against the motel room's door and cursed the brute on ...he other side as she slipped her stilettos on. Her micro little black dress rode over her hips and exposed her bare ass as she bent at the waist.Carly took a quick inventory of the surroundings. The cheap, rent by the hour motel was located in one of the city's run down areas. A far cry from the luxury hotel suites she was accustomed to.“Prick!”. The Du Bois' were working out fine and the troupe seemed to get along with them well enough. When the week was over I would monitor them as they negotiated the same process in Montréal. On the long flight east, I worked on designing new engines that were driving our craft and tried to find a way to push the machine even faster. This was self serving, for a trip with less smoke filled hours was my first goal. Selling the design later could also be very profitable.We flew nearby Toronto but later. Jenna continues her opening monologue, this time to camera rather than in voice-over. “I’m your host, Jenna McCartney, and this beautiful boy here is Cooper ... And today’s guest should be with us ... Right about ... Now...” She points back toward the base, and we turn out camera to look back where she’s pointing... Behind the guard-post, a long road leads way back onto the base ... And making a long and lonely walk down this road, dressed in combat pants and a tight black polo-shirt, is this. Down she comes. Tears streaming from her eyes. She is sobbing uncontrollably now.“Stop your crying. You’re not hurt.”“B, b, b, buuttttt Master, my legs hurt so much. Please let me down?”“Not quite yet. I still have some fun lined up.” I walk over to a wall cupboard and open it. “Hmmmmm. What shall I use first? Aha, this will do.” I turn and show Joan the leather hood. No openings for eyes and a zipper opening at the mouth.“No Master. Please don’t put that on me.”“Silence my little toy. You will.