OMG, I needed him to go on, he couldn’t shouldn’t and mustn’t stop. I grabbed him and pulled him close. That wasn’t enough; he demanded I tell...him to go on and I screamed out that I did. He raised his eyebrows and grinnedHe pushed me back on my own bed and got me to remove my bikini bottoms and spread my legs and then he put his mouth right where his fingers had been. His tongue got to work on my aching clit slowly and delicately at first and then more forcefully. He put at least two fingers in. I had been homeless since leaving Walter Reed many years before. Homeless but not living on the streets and not indigent, thanks to the Chief's pointing me at small wins in the Lotto. I visited every city from Boston to Tacoma. I even stopped at Winslow, Arizona to see if there was "a girl, my Lord, in a flat bed Ford slowing down to take a look at me." That old song reverberated in my head for several 'whiles.' No girls, for me that day, anyway.They couldn't really track me, except for the GPS. Each and every one of themcarried a branding scar of the letter A on their left ass cheek now. Thanks toimprovements made by various mad scientists Arcadeemployed, those A?s were impossible to remove, with surgery and even acid. Theywould also remain tender to the touch, which was a plus. Arcade tooka second to look at his captives. They were all sweating heavily, both from thebranding and fear. He considered hosing them down again, but disregarded it. Hewaited long enough. He pressed a button. We continued on our journey to Butte and made good time going there. At the border there was a slight delay as they checked out my papers and the truck. They were a little suspicious about me traveling alone, but they did let me pass. We didn't encounter any more problems and arrived with out a hitch in Butte. Farrell said, "I've got a layover here for a day. Then I can take you as far as Boulder. Or you can try to get a ride here." Thanks Farrell, I'll take my chances here. Have a good trip.".