She would remain my prisoner until I found the formula and reprogrammed her. If I could not duplicate the formula, I did not know what would happen.Ma...y trudged along side me up the stairs. She looked very tired, as if she could not take another step. I was the opposite, exhilarated, energized. I was ready for some long and wild sex. And, I was ready to complete my formula search, my “treasure hunt” as Uncle Bert laughingly called it, those almost seven months ago when I first heard his message. "God damn, son of a jack ass. Ain't got smarts enough ta hang onta my damn water!" Patrick wiped a dust caked sleeve across his mouth. He turned and stared at the ground he had just covered. "She-it. Could 'a dropped that damn canteen anywheres." For a fact, his stomach tightened, knowing he could have dropped, lost or set his canteen down at any of a hundred places.His wits thinning by the moment, Patrick spun around in his tracks. He must find a landmark. He needed a landmark before he'd have. He had a friend that was interested in her and wanted to bring him along. I informed PG that I would need to vet him before they met. We'll call him AK.AK was married and was not happy with his sex life at home. His wife had also distance herself from any oral satisfaction. Hmmm story sounds familiar. I explained to AK that Mel was controlled by me. She was married but was not happy with her sex life, just like all of us. She would do anything I told her to do and since I was the sharing type,. It was just a short walk to the beach and some really good food that you would not expect on a bar menu.We wanted to have fun for the day before we went back to Isle Mirada. I figured we'd leave the bike there and take the rental car that Shelly was getting and the three of us would explore for a couple of days before Reggie had to leave. I did not like it that Reggie was going home but she did have a job and it's not like she was leaving me in the lurch. Shelly was meeting us and taking over.