We worked together and made dinner and sat at the table with more conversation about my dressing. After we cleared up dinner she looked at me and said..."ok we are going for a drive." I was very nervous and at first objected but she insisted. I didn't have a purse for my wallet and keys so she lent me one telling me that she could see that tomorrow we were going to have to go shopping to get me the things a girl had to have.We just drove around town for about an hour and soon I was relaxing. She. “Whatever you prepare” I replied curtly. “Imagine I’m dead. What would you do then?” “Okay” he said, and disappeared into the kitchen. An hour later I called to him from the garden and asked how it was going. “Very well” he replied. “I had a lovely salad”.“What about me?” I asked. “I thought you were dead” he said.When I see lovers’ names carved in a tree, I don’t think it’s cute. I just think it’s crazy how many people bring knives on a date.There was a farmer who had a brown cow and a white. 'Keep your fucking eyes tightly shut bitch', and again I obeyed, feeling my clothes being undone, my skirt unbuttoned and the zipper torn asunder, opening the area and exposing my buttocks and stocking tops, the thin line of my thong exciting him more as he tore it from my crotch, now I was completely exposed, and his cold hands parted my cheeks as he examined me like a farmer examining an a****l for slaughter.'Put your fucking knees on the edge', I assumed he meant the seat edge, so I tried. He had already mapped the functions on the console that would orient the dish, he could aim it wherever he pleased, even if he couldn’t send a message. Right now, it was tracking a satellite in orbit around the planet, one of the quantum-entangled variety that could transmit data instantaneously over interstellar distances without having to rely on radio or laser methods that could take decades to reach their destination.An interruption to the data stream might alert UNN intelligence and prompt.