Ladies, Ms Fara Dangerfield.”The studio audience applauded as Fara walked confidently onto the studio set and sat down beside Victoria. Resplendent ...n a long black silk qipao with red piping on the hems and the fastenings, she was completely relaxed as she greeted her interviewer.“Fara, for those that don’t know - and I’m sure there can’t be many - tell about the start of the JUMIST programme and Kòngzhì Rén.”“Well, Victoria, I’m not sure about the political background and the whys and. I was beginning to wonder if they needed help when a safety boat appeared from the club slipway and went to them. I sighed in relief, echoed by Wendy.“Caffeine,” I said.“Do you mean coffee?”“You haven’t tasted what they call coffee from the kiosks,” I said. “We could go back to Curlew, of course, but I’m sort of proud to be here with you.”She laughed and stood; when I stood too, she slipped her arm around my waist. I found when I placed my arm round her shoulder, that I could reach under her. “Please Sir,” Scott ground out. He couldn’t believe he was saying this. “Please Sir, may I cum in my wife’s pussy?” He had to hope that by being submissive, maybe, just maybe the General would show mercy. There were a few heartbeats of absolute terror as he waited for the General’s answer. If he came without permission in Amy’s snatch would the General have them killed just like that other couple? Fear spiked. His stomach churned. The General laughed, groaning as his cock prodded Amy’s sore. At one point I hit Sally's horn just to have my own sound, and it sounded weak and pale in this sound-deadening place. The only thing worse, I'm convinced, would have been if this place had been completely silent.I've always thought, and nobody has ever said otherwise, that all Highway segments are equally sized. That's clearly not true.Or maybe it is true, but our sizes change. After all, The Highway remakes you as it sees fit. So far, thought, both Sally and I seemed to be exactly the way.