She flinched and he seemed to sigh and nod. ‘I know. You’re so very confused and afraid right now. I’m…’ He paused and looked at her, his ey...s wet. Was he crying? He held his head down for a moment, then looked away. ‘I’m so sorry for what you had to go through. It was the only way they’d let you live. They think I took you to my home on the great tree, and intended to kill you myself, because of our history.’ He seemed to blink then, before looking at her as he stroked her head. ‘They don’t. .or we might have just unleashed a natural disaster."Lecia claps her hands once more, grabbing their attention. "This is not the time for speculation! We must be patient and observe. Yes, we did take a risk, but someone wrote this book for another to find. It was meant to be used!"She takes a breath before continuing. "Now as some of you are scientists, you know that you must experiment. Historians without evidence have to start off with a guess based on what they know about a specific time.. ‘Stop touching yourself. Since you tried to pleasure yourself without your Master’s permission, you’re going to be punished. Get on the car and lay back.’ She did so, her heart pounding and her eyes wide with fear. ‘Spread your legs, Slave.’ Steven moved between her spread legs, his flat stomach at the same level as her sopping slit. ‘Lay very still and your punishment will begin.’ He leaned over and began slowly licking at first her right nipple and then the left. He ran his tongue in circles. Chan”A short balding Chinese man stood behind the cashier’s counter. His wire glasses were slightly askew, and he was rubbing his chest. His scowling wife stood beside him. “Morning Missee Jane,” he painfully managed. Jane smiled. She moved around the store adding to her basket, more fruit, veggies, eggs, and noodles. Her last item was a jar of special Scheswan sauce. Mr. Chan knew it was her favourite. It was placed on the lowest shelf of the main aisle, in full view of the cashier’s counter..