Brenda could see it, too, and she wasted no time clamping her right hand over it and giving it a friendly squeeze. She might as well have had "Fuck Me... embroidered on a ten-gallon hat, the signals she was transmitted to this dunce.But it wasn't that he didn't get it. He, evidently, was being honorable, or something. Finally, he just got up -- boner and all -- and hastily backed away."I'm sorry, Brenda," he said. And, I gotta admit, he really did sound like he was sorry."I -- I hope I didn't. ‘No sir. Please do not fire me,’ she begged. Master Paul threw his head back and let out a laugh. ‘No, no, my sweet Isabella. I would never fire you. However, you do need to be punished for not following my directions.’ Isabella looked at him, puzzled, she asked, ‘Punished? How so sir? Will you dock my pay?’ Again, Master Paul let out a laugh. ‘No, no Isabella. You will not lose your pay, you will not be fired, but you will learn to follow my instructions.’ Master Paul released the hold he had. "Why do they do that?" A spring or something," Reggie suggested. "But now where are we? Weshould be back at the entrance to the tent, right?" Of course, dummy. So let's get - oh." Leslie saw what Reggie did. Theywere not in the room with two small doors marked "men" and "women,"they were in another larger room, yet it was smaller than the one theyhad just left. There was no sign of the exit to the tent, either. Allthe walls were made of the same plywood, there was no cloth curtainmarking the. She imagined the wine to be a magic potion. In the dim greenish light from the dashboard the wine looked like some elixir used in secret rites. She unscrewed the cap and tilted the jug, pouring the sweet dizzying drink down her throat. She would have swilled down the rest of the jug had Harlan not pulled the jug away from her."Easy there, sweetheart. That's enough until we get where were going. I can't be carrying you, and you'll have to be awake to get us the goods."Lynn smacked and licked her.