We are driving across town. I look out of the car window at the rain. The airflow pushes the water across the glass in complex but predetermined patte...ns. Everything suddenly seems clear. It all begins to make sense. I am the passenger, the submissive. The Dark Mistress smokes a cigarette quietly as she drives us to her home. We had talked for a long time at the munch. She had turned out to be a great listener and I chatted away enthusiastically, carelessly spilling my inexperience into her. It was just that the little nomadic scouts were too good. John was gratified that he had such effective scouts assisting Tuk in protecting the group.The children were quite strong by now, proudly carrying weights all night which would have grown men groaning and complaining. Their training continued apace, and Zithrusa and John intensified their use of their knives in battle. They were all given a full sized dagger to go along with their eating knives, and they learned well how to use them. After 5 min, a 20-year-old north-east girl entered with a tray full of things, like oil, cream etc. She was wearing a black polo t-shirt and jeans, looks like they have a dress code the parlour. After switching off the light she started directing me to the lady down on the table, face down and started a cream massage. Room was almost dark and she was pretty good in that, with right pressure at the right spot. After 10 minutes I changed position to ultra, now I can see her face pretty well. I. He wants toopen the apartment door, but he can't. Locked."FUCK!" he shouts and shrugs from the high pitch of his voice. He looksfor some device to unlock it, but none. He swipes over the panel, butthis responds, that he can't go outside as he needs to regenerate.Fletcher goes to the bathroom and screams, hoping, that nobody will hearhim inside there. he does not want to let somebody hear his embarrassingvoice. This whole idea of burgling these buildings was so stupid, buthow does he deserve.