With her Daisy Duke outfit and her seductive ways would be hard to push her away, so she may join me on my quest. She seeks a Master who wants nothing...but pure sexual pleasure. No Tin Man here only a pain slut dressed in her latex outfit wanting me to give her the pain she seeks. Always getting us in trouble wanting me to verbally and physically abuse her. I must admit she too would be a total temptation. She will join me as well as she seeks a Sadist Master on her quest. Now I run across the. “You need to teach that boy better manners, and quick, Tom! I’m running out of clothes! Then again, if you don’t teach him, I’ll just have to get more new clothes when we go to Santa Fe. Hmmmm, never mind, Tom, the boy’s manners are just fine.”We were all still laughing at Yolanda and the look on Tom’s face as we mounted up and left the stables. With the Comanchero threat over, our ride to Mesilla was much more pleasant than it had been for a long time.We decided to stable our horses, rather. It had to be fear. I had read those internet sites about the effect this had and I think that really messed with my mind. What if she really had changed and she would not unlock this thing Saturday night? Oh shit, I become really afraid at this moment. My heart is beating too fast.Deep breaths in-nose out-mouth. She will unlock me Saturday night. This was the same wife whom I love more than life. She was acting very differently but there had to be a reason.Hypothetically, what if she didn’t. I was almost to the Keep when it happened. The seemingly drunk sailor was beside a corner tavern as I passed and he tripped. He staggered towards me flailing his arms and I spun, drawing a dagger. I swept the dagger up to meet a descending hand as my other hand slashed sideways brushing the other hand away. The solid contact on the hide bracer of my right wrist told the tail. The drunk was suddenly sober as he twisted to avoid my dagger. I kicked into his groin and moved after him as the hidden.