" She let me stand there for a while, letting the feeling ofthe collar sink in."Submission is also to suppress and remove inclinations to resist." "An...power to resist must vanish!" She fixed a pair of handcuffs on me, to letme get a feeling of loss of power. The handcuffs held my hands together,looking quite nice in front of the apron.The Mistress left the room to let me work with all these importantfeelings. When She came back, She was dressed in a leather coat, andlooked magnificent. My. I took a couple of seconds out from the fight to gently touch his face."I am proud of you." I told him.I turned back to face the shape again. It was hanging there watching and perhaps considering what new devilry to attack us with. Now I would attack.I whirled my staff and a bolt sped from it to strike the shape. It staggered back. If it can be hit then it can be beaten. I hit it again and saw it falter. It drew back slightly and sent a pulse of dark force at the barrier I'd erected. It struck. "Good to see you again. How's the arm?" Like you really care." Oh, I do. I hate it when people have accidents."The class roared with laughter and Abover stormed out. Stevens looked at the door in confusion."Please proceed, Miss Stevens," I said sweetly.She shuffled through her papers, probably trying to see how she could reorganize her lesson on the fly, then looked up and asked if anyone in the class would volunteer. Everyone sat on their hands and looked everywhere but at her."You know,. . drat her cute hide.“McDonald’s please.”“We’re supposed to go to the basin,” said our driver.“We have to fetch the boat.”“You parked at McDonald’s?”“There were boats at the dock. We didn’t think they’d notice one more.”That got a look.McDonald’s is on the South side. We were in the middle. The Small Boat Basin is on the North West. We weren’t going to be at the Basin at 0800. Nope.And since we were going to be late anyway ... we had breakfast. It’s what McDonald’s does in the morning. It’s a.