* * * Faith had taken to prison like a duck to ice hockey.Bondage-related kinks aside, Faith had never been one for restraints, restrictions, or rules... and the routine of prison jarred Faith’s nerves like nothing else. Not even B on one of her little morality kicks chafed like being told when to sleeep and what to eat and how to dress and where to go. It ate away at what little self-control Faith possessed, decaying the fetters that held slayer-strength in check, beckoning the darkness within. ”“Okay,” she said.He started right in, showing her lumber, which seemed to come in a bewildering number of sizes. All they were building for the trees was a basic frame. The trunk and foliage would be done on cardboard, which would be tacked to the frame. So all they had to do was come up with a design that would be stable, with the cardboard on it, and then build that.Within fifteen minutes, Erica was sweating heavily inside her coveralls, and she could feel runnels of sweat rolling down her. What they wanted was to finally meet, in person. Patrick came up with a plan. He would drive hundreds of miles to meet with Jenna at long last. Jenna fell in love with this plan and excitedly agreed to meet with him near her hometown. Days came and went, then the final day arrived. The day Patrick and Jenna would finally meet face to face. No cable or phone line between them. Just them, together at long last. Jenna arrives at the agreed upon destination, her heart pounding as if it’s going to. She hugged Melody, whispered, "Thank you," and then Lorraine and Melodyvanished ...****There was a soft "pop", and then Lorraine had a moment of confusion,thinking they had gone back in time based on how the people around herwere dressed. Then she saw a sign that read, "Renaissance Faire" and sherelaxed.Melody took her hand and said, "Come on, we don't have a lot of time.She's right at the edge."Lorraine looked at the serious expression on Melody's face, stifled hercuriosity, and followed.