Ken reached down and began to gently stroke my upper arm and shoulder and that made me feel better. This will be fine, I told myself. Whatever the fuc... it was, Ken knew what he was doing and it would all be fine. I felt myself slipping back into Dog Mode. I had only been on the leash a few times but I'd spent many hours by then curled up on the floor at Ken's feet and I found I slipped into Dog Mode every easily.In Dog mode I wasn't allowed to speak at all, or to stand up or act in anyway like. ”“Hello Enya of PBN05. This is the WZA9000 AI. Your request is?”“We would like to speak with the Captain.”“That is not possible. Can I help you?”“We were nearby and noticed that you have been sitting here for an usually long time, so we thought we would check to see if you needed assistance.”“Well...”“Is it okay if we come aboard and check?”There was a fairly long pause as the AI evaluated the request in light of the condition of the crew. She responded, “Based on you being Órarduine permitting. "Our company area was just inside the side gate to one of the main bases. More than half my men had dependants living with them. It was a series of buildings made from cargo pod walls. Behind my office was my quarters, a large living area with a bedroom and a bathroom. My office had a large skylight right above the planning table.The general crossed to the table and looked at the map, "so I have been talking to general MacQuillin. He has been in contact with the Genta war department. They think. He reminded, "Condoms," and she almost turned red. Yet again she'd let it slip her mind, and he did have that big multi-pack to use up. She had none to speak of herself."Okay. Your place," she agreed and turned to leave. He wouldn't let go of her hand."Wait, Cassie," he said, obviously not sharing her edge of urgency now that he'd gotten his rocks off. "If you change your mind on the way there... you know I'll understand."She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, hoping to convince him she wasn't.