Clumsily catching it, Helen glanced down to see she was now holding a package of baby wipes. Confused, she looked up.Josie held up a bunch of wipes in...her hand and motioned towards the package she’d just tossed. “Grab some and come on!” She then turned to Andy (Oh, how Helen loathed the name this woman called him!) who was now standing there in just his boxers, running a towel through his hair.“All right, Ren, this is going to be a little cold,” she told him as she began to run the baby wipes. You'll find the cab unlocked, and instructions on the dash." The frog in my throat answered "yes, Sir" as I walked toward the truck and pondered thoughts of running. Perhaps, because Jack did not follow, I kept going toward the van. Soon my chances to run would be gone. It was a thrilling walk on the edge.There was only one Atlas Van. I had never been near such a big truck, a Navistar. I assumed I'd be a passenger, but that door was locked, so I checked the driver's side and found it open. Jack. What she knew of them was quite tame compared to what she saw now.Iona had of course not heard him come up behind her, but was not shocked at the closeness of his presence.“As a slave,” she told him, “it is advisable to watch and study closely what is seen and not seen. Life can depend on such information. I do not expect you to understand such a thing.”“Why would I not?” he asked.Iona turned to him in curiosity.“You are a free man. What would make you think of such things?”Russ filled his. ....just long enough to make memories with my wife. Clothes are rarely worn when we are there. I am almost always there, but, there are certain men that my wife will take to the cabin alone and spend a weekend with.The hot tub on the deck has been the primary focus of so many memories.The normal routine is the when the man arrives, I will greet them and offer them some drinks, as Susie stays in the master bedroom. I will ask them to shower and put on a robe we provide. When they are on the deck.