"It's just that I wanted us to be a stable solid family; no risks, no surprises." Me too, Miri, but we do have a good life," I said. "It may be a bit...too exciting at times, but it has its compensations. It gave us little Brock, didn't it?" You're right," she said, hugging me tightly. "So, when do we leave?" "They are planning on leaving in a month," I told her. "I need to see if Brain and Dan will go as well. I could really use their expertise in this."Brian and Dan, of course, agreed to. When he finishes a part, he makes sure it is covered with the sheet. When he gets to my hands, he continues – kneading and stretching the muscles in the palm, and across the back of my hand. He even works each finger down to the very tips. Flexing, extending, massaging. When he finished every finger, he covered that arm and began on the other. When finished with that arm, and it is modestly covered, he begins anew between my shoulder blades. I had not known there were so many spots needing to. She dropped the pumps she was wearing onto the driver’s side floor. Sitting on her knees, this time she leaned over into his seat to kiss him. She kissed him tenderly for a moment then broke the kiss. She stared for a moment deep into his eyes. ‘I know I don’t say it much,’ she whispered, ‘but you make me feel absolutely wonderful.’ She leaned in to kiss him again, deeply, French kissing again. He had found the release to let the seat go back, but forgot they now had two people leaning against. Fara was impressed by the stillness that Mary seemed to project around her. Even her slave, hobbled as he was, seemed to be surrounded by an aura of calm. The poor man was obviously uncomfortable. The leather suit alone, stiff and heavy, would mean he was hot and would find moving difficult. The hobbling that fastened his ankles close to one another and his thighs to his ankles would make every step in Mary’s wake a considerable effort. His leather hood had only tiny eyelets allowing him sight..