”It became quiet in the small craft and everyone was gripped by a sense of anticipation, even Roy.After a few minutes, Sobyr the Thauran teen said. ...��I don’t know how you do it but I got a substantial piece of mass on the scanner now.”Alejandro leaned forward and was staring out the forward viewport. “It’s a big section of a T cruiser, the T bar is gone but most of the forward section is still there.”After about six or seven minutes of more silence, Sobyr said. “I read some very faint. ." Cassidy started, but was cut off by her Mistress."I know!" Laura snapped. The slave hung his head low, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Are you upset at me?"She wanted to slap him for being so extremely dirty, preferably slap his ass, one on each buttock but she didn't do that. "No, not at you."The mistress pushed her only slave that not even her own boyfriend knew about toward Cassidy, not caring if she got her servant's clothes dirty. "Prepare the shower, I will be there shortly." Yes,. She regained the weight she had lost. Colour returned to her cheeks as did the liveliness to her eyes. The constant love and attention of Henry made her radiant. At the end of the fortnight they returned to London bubbling with vitality and happiness. Jean was thrilled as was Samantha's director. He had been worried that one of his stars had burned out.They invited Mr Ellis, Corporal Tomes and the team of escorts with wives and girlfriends to dinner. It was a huge success once initial shyness. ?Much Better,Susan.? Take off your tennis shoesand socks.? There was a resignation to theact and it was accompanied by a new freshet of tears. Camille waited untilthose items had been removed. ?Now yourjeans.? It was a clumsy littleperformance as Susan shifted from one foot to another against the train?s swaybut the denims were finally discarded. Camille was pleased to see the girlstanding hunched over in a final forlorn claim to modesty. ?Take your seat. Hands back behind your head.? Camille.