Yes, my math teacher is here, uh ... tutoring me."She held the phone out to me, saying that whomever it was, wanted to talk to an adult."This is Tom R...chardson, may I help you?" This is Captain Norman Carson from the Missouri Highway Patrol, Mr. Richardson. I'm afraid I have bad news. Miss Sellers' parents and uncle were killed in a head-on collision with a drunk driver earlier this morning near Warrensburg. Do you feel comfortable in informing her, or should I send a chaplain?" No, I can take. Liz and Julia were decked out in floatation vests and metal helmets. They were peering out the porthole trying to make sense of the battle going on around them. "I feel like the best man in the honeymoon suite" grumbled Josh.David laughed. "First you tell me you hate ships and subs and now you want to get out there and go hand to hand with a submariner!"The ship lurched again and depth charges could be heard splashing into the sea. "Better than being stuck in here!"Liz turned around. "You find. I think that what both of those balls did was to bounce back up and land right back into your hand, Sir.”“Why would they do that, slave? I mean just how and why would those balls give me that second chance to catch them?”“Because they just might be able to help you, but every minute that goes by is a minute less that they have to work with, Master.”“OK, I think I’m starting to catch on to at least a little bit of what is going on here. Would those two balls just happen be named “Holly” and. . it doesn't matter if this is the cute pink set, patterned with delicate irridescent floral designs across the satin or if it is the light blue lacey set with the satin panel in front.I'm just an object right now.. sealed up in it's container. Hands encased in tight inflatable bondage mittens that are secured to the interior of my claustrophobic little hell of a prison. It doesn't matter that I couldn't reach up to tease at my girlie bits that have been locked away inside a pink vice chastity.