“I know I won’t.” I said. Once downtown I found a liquor store and bought a bottle of wine, then we found a grocery store and bought bread, chee...e, crackers, a few sweets and some other goodies to complete our picnic basket. Back in the truck I again headed south to find the water. It did not take long to find a secluded spot just off the public walkway by the water. I removed a blanket from the truck and our supplies and we settled down together. Eating and drinking we laughed and flirted with. Ranma asked the taller girl, "Am I suppose to do this everyday?"Nabiki toyed with the idea of saying yes. She sighed as she gave it up. "You're carrying it, so my hands are free to use on you, if you give me the first sign of trouble."{So that's what having a big sister is like. Welcome to the bottom of the peckin' order around here, Ranma.} At least she slid the door open for her.Then she shoved her out into the world.A cold day in March world! {How can girls stand wearin' dresses!!} Ranma. As I did so, an idea struck the slave: perhaps it could escape by disconnecting the box from the Internet! As soon as it reached for the network cable, however, a brutal series of shocks rippled through its bra cups and crotch, leaving it gasping for breath and whimpering on the floor.'Foolish', I thought, glaring at the agonized figure in the mirror. 'Mistress wouldn't let Her slave escape that easily! Stupid slave deserves to suffer for that.' I forced it to its feet and staggered back to Her. Bobby fidgeted in his chair. "But if this evidence does exist, I am in a position to pay handsomely for it."Simon was disappointed. He had thought that it would feel exhilarating to confront Bobby. Instead it made him feel dirty. Simon checked his watch."I figure that you've got about 15 minutes before the PG get there."Bobby voice turned to pleading. "I've got influential friends. People that will even the score if I go to jail."Simon heard a loud knock on Bobby's office door. Bobby reached.