" Oh but aunt Sandra you can't ask me to do something like that!"Sandra moved down closer to me and breathed in my face......"That shock was for hesit...ting James.....if you refuse I will shock you on level 6."A sudden and very real terror came over me and I dove down and began sucking on aunt Sandra's big toe. The smell was a bit funky but was actually a strange kind of turn on and I looked up at her in obedience and sucked each of her toes clean licking between them where the odor was slightly. “Evacuation progress?”“People are moving away from the probable landing zone, though a good few appear to be remaining and are prepared to fight.”“Somewhat foolish of them if they don’t have any sort of armour ... or weapons.”“I know, but they chose to stand here and defend their homes.”“Yes, but courage alone won’t help you with these shleckers,” I sighed. “AI, can we at least supply them with something?”“We have started producing falchions and shields in quantity. We can divert some to this. Many nights, she’d call when she got off work at midnight, and asked if she could come over. She worked at a nationally known electronics factory on the far side of the city. It took her nearly an hour to drive to my place from work. Her job kept her on her feet most of the evening. So, Kissy’s legs and back were frequently sore and/or cramped. She loved my long, slow, massages and I enjoyed giving them to her. She especially like getting her legs and feet rubbed as I worked out the kinks in. Someone mentioned I could make good time on the new inlandhighway or enjoy the sights on the older one that winds along the eastcoast. I opted for the latter, dropping the car and picking a businstead, so I was even more relaxed. And I was not disappointed by thesight of the mighty Coast Mountains on the mainland to my east, acrossthe Strait of Georgia.After a couple days of breathtaking natural splendor, I reached thenorthern end of the Island late one afternoon. The highway ended at aquaint.