”“Please, my pants, he can see everything!” Janet pleaded.“Cut them off old chap, splash a bit of water about if you please,” the doctor ord...red.Janet stared. A long curved knife appeared from the janitor’s bag and slipped down inside the waistband of Janet’s panties. With a brief tug her panties were severed at both sides and fluttered uselessly onto her long white trousers.“Oh no!” Janet protested but already the tip of the blade was slipping inside her trouser legs, cutting down the outside. She pinged texts, she rang me again and again. I was on a motorway but not really heading anywhere, and certainly not heading home, it was no longer ‘home’ for me. I just needed to do something, anything but talk to Gina. Then she bloody well rang me again, this time using someone else’s number. I answered.“H, we need to talk—” she said.I hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat.This was an emergency, I felt, so pulled off onto the hard shoulder. I took the phone that was ringing. You will admit fully to invading my privacy with all of the documents I need to destroy your career and put you in prison if you decide to leave without my permission. And I will have a notarized Power of Attorney which in effect gives me total control over all you own. You chose to protect yourself at my expense. Well the cost for that is as total of a slavery as I can constrain you to." I stared at her."Yes Sir." Do you want to be owned?" Yes Sir." Today is the only day we will be together. As fascinating as hang gliding was ... I didn’t stop. I took 14 south to Greybull and had a snack at Mama Z’s Pizza ... if plowing through the Lunch Buffet is a snack. North I stopped at Hawkins and Powers Aviation, got permission to go through the Boneyard and examined about a million wrecked OH-6 ... the Loach ... also referred to as Target. These choppers looked like targets ... and more than once.“We use those for spot control. They don’t carry much.” The mechanic said. “Gimmie fifty bucks.