And Tuesday.Dan and I and Nikki and her Dan left our home airfield at 0600 in Songbird. She purred like a kitten, hauling the four of us towards Denve..., Colorado at two hundred miles an hour. We made a mid-point stop at Oklahoma City for refuel and calls of nature. The trip itself was an aerial picnic – an ice chest holding beverages and sandwiches for sustenance, autopilot taking care of much of the flying duties.I flew right seat. Logged a few hours of it as instructor time because I rotated. I activated the device by saying Sarah's name into it. The instrument emitted a few strange noises, but soon enough, Sarah's sweet face filled the little picture frame on the front of the communicator.I made a large effort at keeping my voice calm and steady as I explained the situation to her. Sarah relayed the information to Lucy, who was speaking on her own communicator to Queen Elizabeth. After some back and forth, Sarah told me to stand fast, as help was on the way.After telling Sarah. She had accented her legs with off-black, or maybe dark brown, hose. Curt knew, without checking, that only extra-tall thigh-highs could be what she wore; pantyhose were cheating.Further enhancing her legs were strappy sandals, with stiletto heels high enough to trigger my shoe fetish, but low enough that a trained dancer could move comfortably.Literally crowning the outfit was something that made my eyes tear just a little: the French Foreign Legion green beret that Marie had given her. I had. ”Candace surprises him again. She pulls a ball gag out from behind her back. His eyes bulge as she dangles it for him to take. “This should keep me quiet.”“Where the hell did you get that?”“This appears to be the lost and found closet,” she says with a grin. “There is all kinds of shit in here.”He takes the device and gets behind her. Candace lets him place it into her mouth and fasten it around the back of her head. He strips off his clothes and watches her settle onto the floor on all fours..