I was on the bed with her rubbing her pantyhose clad ass. “That was some kind skunky bud.” said Lisa. “What the fuck are we listening to?�... “The Chicago Art Ensemble.” I replied as I pull the pantyhose down exposing her beautiful round ass. I rubbed her bare ass and worked my hands up to the swell of her back and started massaging her there. This always made Lisa arch her back inward and stick her butt out. The pantyhose were resting under her ass cheeks, pushing them up. It looked. Is not... coming ...with me.” So on this particular trip, she was alone on the road -- almost alone. Every once in awhile, she rubbed the soft fur of a little green rabbit’s foot dangling by a chain from her car key. It had belonged to her dad. Why green? Who knew. Didn’t matter either. As long as it was with her, so was her dad. Boomer was with her as well -- again, sort of. Boomer was her Cocker-Spaniel and, unfortunately, unlike most other dogs, he wasn’t so much into car rides. She loved. Jo was at first slightly reluctant to stay, claiming that she really ought to get back to her hotel. “Oh, okay, I’ll just have one drink and then go” she said. One drink became “Just one more very quick one then”, and soon all her best intentions were forgotten. For most of the group, this was the last time they would all be together until the first night next July, and as always it felt like an end-of-term party which no-one really wanted to end. Because it was such a warm night it was well. Whether it had been planned or a last minute decision didn't bother me in the least, but she was playing it off as if she knew I would pass. "What if I needed the program at hand to return her to normal?" You wouldn't have been so adamant about correcting her if you did. Besides, not all of us need the program to affect others as you have demonstrated."Well, that summed it up. They wanted to know what I could do without the program, not just who I was and why I had arrived. They could do things.