This was getting me soo hot, I wasnearly ready to come when a chat window opened on the screen, "Sissy?"I hesitated, part of me was curious..."Yes?" ... typed"Is my little sissy going to get all dressed up for me tonight?" Oh? You wanna cyber...?" Sure sissy, tell me what your doing as you get dressed!"Shit, hmmm... stall him... "It takes a girl a while to get ready!" I only got tonight baby! You like to dress up don't you sissy? To getall smooth and feel the stockings on your leg, to feel. "I told you Zeela Peterson, I'm here to fulfill your darkest fantasies."One of his hands began to caress my arm gently as I asked, "How ... how do ... do you ... how do you know..." I have my ways," he said, his hand brushed my hip and his foot pushed my legs apart. "But if you'd rather I stopped, then wait until the lights come back on and promise you won't call the cops and you'll never see or hear from me again."Now, I was scared to the point of paralyzing terror, but I was also a bit. He checked his eyes for a color change. The only difference he noticed was sensitivity to the light. Any light above a dim level seemed to hurt his eyes. He felt different, but couldn't see anything abnormal.He stumbled back to his bed and collapsed upon it. Just staring up at the ceiling he realized what the change was; the lines. He hadn't focused on his ability to see the lines of the net, but he could see it more clearly now than he ever had before. He watched it move and pulse, it was like. The group of men who went from the motel to the hangar included the pilots, load masters and helicopter technicians. Major Culpepper - along with Hanna and her camera man Sylvester Combs - went with them.For them the first order of business was to unload the chopper so the mechanics could go to work putting it together and test it out.At the embassy, after a quick meeting with Ambassador Bernardi and introductions, he informed me that he too wanted to fly to Entebbe to check things out.The.