Patty and I each took one of the guards' rifles. Dana found a couple of empty backpacks. That allowed us to leave the makeup cases behind. I suggested...that we could put Dana's case, with the contents of the General's safe, in one of the backpacks. Being a gentleman, I volunteered to carry that one and, it being rather heavy, Dana was only too happy to let me.Most important to me, of course, was getting those cursed cuffs off. I wanted nothing more than to leave them behind, but Dana insisted. Always weird to find out your best friend's k*d s*ster swung more than one way.Being in a dyke club effectively killed all her chances of casually encountering Dawn, though, and she began to fight her way back to the exit. An amoebic thrust of the crowd threw her into the bar on the way, and she figured, what the hell. Have a coke. Pretend you don't miss the whiskey.She bellowed her order, then forked over too many dollar bills for her watery soda and leaned back against the bar, scanning the. .." Chrisknew she was right, he did love satin, but how had Arabella found out?Then his mind dropped back to the pub last night, and remembered thehumiliation of having to produce his pink panties for her in front ofeveryone. His heart sank, it was his worst fear that someone mightdiscover his secret crossdressing. And yet again, it was his greatestdesire to be encouraged to dress by a beautiful woman. But it was wrongto be forced to dress in lingerie. His mind resisted the idea. Hedetermined. Elisabeth came to stand beside the bed, allowing Chantel to look up the flouncy lace skirt of her corset and see for the first time her hungry cunt. It lurked in the shadows above the fine lace of stocking tops and the polished white of those smooth thighs. Dripping and slick with anticipation of pleasure to come and power over Chantel, it almost radiated sexual need. It demanded attention. That hungry cunt was the brain behind Chantel's capture and it's first action was to allow the sex slave.