An idiot who hadn’t called for the doctors when she woke up, an idiot that hadn’t been able to understand what she’d been trying to tell him. An...idiot… that she loved… She’d been singing those songs to him, the lucky bastard. She had used her wonderful voice and the perfect words of those songs, and he didn’t have a clue. The note had said it, with question marks all around it, ‘songs that Mary sang when she told me her story’. Her story, told in songs, like she’d been doing with that. “I know you are usually allowed relief at this point, but I have something special for you later. You will have many opportunities to come for me. You must be patient!” She giggled as she spoke which somehow eased the tease and my need to come. What was this treat?Ella had me bathe and dry her pussy and bottom, which did not ease the situation; her body drove me wild with desire. She regained her leggings and I was leashed and followed her down some stairs and through a corridor to the rear. We started moving up the ramp and I could see there was a series of three deep trenches. Each about 10 feet deep running around the hill following the contours of the land. I could understand that this would slow down any attacking force, as they would have to show themselves to the defenders, to be able to navigate the trenches. Whoever worked this out was a true tactician in warfare, but it must have taken many work-hours to dig these trenches.When we were at the level of the second trench,. My dad looked at me for a second and turned back and said "tell me the truth son" I took a deep breath and said "I need to get away from everything from Harvey from Edvard from the pain and just from everything" I started crying but just a little bit my dad said to me "don't get upset my darling. go away and have some fun with your friends and come back thinking a bit clearer" so we got on the plane and landed safety in Australia when we got though customs and all the other security stuff we.