.badly....and all the wrong colours.My Master arrived and promptly handed me a rubber mackintosh and rubberhood. The rubber hood covered my entire hea... so my back make up was awasted effort. The mackintosh was also a waste of time as it covered my baddress sense.Are we going out? I wondered. and when I looked up my Master had strippedoff all his clothing and left them strewn all over the floor of thebedroom.He was sitting on the bed looking at me. With his arm he reached out andgrabbed me. As I drove south through C-ville over the last bridge leaving town, there must have been every police car the town owned and every officer they had was on site. With the officers, there were eight - maybe ten - people standing beside the cars in cuffs with an assortment of bags.The rumors were true. It was scuttle-butt that there were homeless people were living in that section of woods in junked cars that the previous owner had just abandoned there. In all my travels I had never seen anyone. Her lips parted and I felt her tongue gently touch my lips as if questioning if her action was acceptable. When I opened my lips, her tongue slipped between them ... questioning ... searching ... exploring. My tongue reached out and touched hers and I heard a deep groan escape from within her body. Suddenly my mind clicked and I realized how wrong it was what we were doing. I gently pushed her away and she softly cried out, "No ... please don't pull away." Amber ... stop. Listen to me. You are. The crossbowmen had been ordered to keep shooting at the drivers until each wagon was definitely stopped; then, they were to shoot at the guards. Meanwhile, Aelinor's men shot at the guards. Everybody was repeatedly warned not to harm the draft animals.The lead driver was killed in the first volley, but the last driver had to be shot at a second time to kill him. The attackers were pumped up with adrenaline to the point that they were practically shaking with tension by the time it came for.