. I jumped up and put my hand on Erica.... she moved slightly... she was sleeping soundly … Thank God it was only a dream. I don't think I could ha...e gone on if it had been real. I placed my hand on her forehead it was cool her fever had broken. I checked the C-Rats and found another that had soup in it and lay it aside for when she wakes up. I knew I had to get her to a doctor I also knew that that there was no chance of rescue as long as we stayed where we are. I inflated the life raft. I hadn’t seen Lorena or talked to her in five years, so I guessed trying to reach her now was going to be a little weird, especially for her. I didn’t have her phone number; then, the only way to contact her was through the university email.I wrote her, asked how she was, and told her I wanted to see her. To my complete amazement, she responded the next day. She said she was surprised at my emailing her, and she assented to meet me. She sent me her phone number too, so I called her and we. Arriving there, she removed the leash and told the slave to go with the other slaves and stay out of trouble. But for some reason she worried once he was out of her sight. She had caught him talking to another Mistress at a recent get together but had let it slide then, knowing that it was sending mixed signals, but didn't want him to be hurt. And as the evening wore on, she felt more sure that he was misbehaving. She went in search of him and found him talking to another Mistress. Not upset at. It was then that Jenna made her first observation and asked softly, "Can you tell me why you wear boxer shorts, Tommy, most of the other boys I'm sure wear briefs?" Now turning even redder, Tommy stared at the floor and whispered, "I-it's because of my penis, ma'am!" "What about your penis, Tommy, everyone else here has one, why are you any different?" "Well ya see," he mumbled, "it's just that my penis is pretty big, and to be honest, briefs don't give it much room to breath if ya know what I.