A raid's primary weapon is surprise--the idea is to know all about the enemy while keeping the target ignorant that anything is happening."No radar fr...m the flying club detected," Dot, one of Hank Dalton's slave intelligence system operators, told the Capitallian federal officer standing beside her. "Communications not detected. We do have some bleed-over from the Pensacola Regional Airport and from Elgin Air Base air traffic control radars, but we're out of range of their positive control. She asked if my friend wanted to go with us, and of course he didn't want, as he was about to get his hands dirty.When we got to the car, she kissed me again, and this was a five minute kiss, I didn't touch her whatsoever and she didn't touch any of my parts beside my face. Then, she started driving and we didn't say anything. It was raining like crazy and the streets began to be flooded. So she decided it was best to enter a supermarket parking lot and wait a little, or she could damage her. Juno sighed loudly. He wasgratified that he had provoked that reaction. The damage he was doingto his personal esteem was overridden by his single-minded obsessionwith giving her what she wanted. He kept at his demeaning task. Shebent her legs up and told him he could put his hands on her boots again.That was the final move that sent him into a bottomless downward spiralof uncontrolled slavery to her will. He held her ankles and touchingthe leather elevated his arousal to new heights. Not. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?" her voice was almost a whisper. I nodded.She kept staring at me. "I always dreamed about what it would be like. For so long I've wished..." She shook her head like someone who's run into unexpected cobwebs, then took a deep breath. "I should go. Leave you in peace."I reached out and touched her hand. "Thank you for understanding." As I did I felt further embarrassment; it was the hand from between my legs and my fingers were damp with my own moisture.A.