Nevertheless, I still managed to make out through the padded leather the ‘click, click, click,’ sound of my dominant Transsexual Goddess, Mistress...D’s, high heeled boots on the tile floor of her basement dungeon. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. ‘Sniff deeply slave,’ Mistress D. commanded in her husky voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled. Doc's head hit the window, hard enough to crack it, without a helmet on. Westbrook hit the steering wheel."Tears were streaming down my face. Becky had stopped trying to wipe them away, instead holding my hand. It helped, but reliving those moments was never easy."I was smoking a cigarette at the time. The explosion happened right as I brought it to my lips, which gave my head something softer than the dashboard to hit. When I woke up, I was sitting in the truck with gashes in my arm and a. “Yea, that's right. And yes, I was scared and hurt, and wanted you to hold me. I think we started kissing each other, and it was just as I had imagined it would be. Linda, this guy kissed me for over an hour, and never tried to feel me up. I had never had a guy kiss me for so long without trying to grab my boobs or butt.”I nodded. “Well, we kissed for an hour or so, then we just cuddled up again and fell asleep. When I woke up I thought I was in so much trouble. Kim was still in bed with me,. She needed a respite, ‘Look let’s go feed Tom. There’s still a lot we need to.’ She stopped, ‘Do you believe in angels?’ He didn’t hesitate, ‘I’m sitting next to one.’ ‘Come on.’ She said, ‘Let’s go take care of Tom.’ Shawn restarted the car. They drove on into the night. As a last gestured Shawn offered, ‘I guess breakfast on the road is out.’ Susan answered, ‘Very astute Einstein. You have a firm grasp of the obvious.’ He grinned. It was a kind of self conscious grin, born of insecurity..