"Godiva?" Gwen identifies the older woman, as she followed me into the back."Guinevere?" The old lady is astonished."You Kindred?" I ask as I squinted...at her looking for the beautiful lady on horse back.A beautiful and sad smile blooms over Godiva's face. "Yes. Oh sweet founder, I didn't mean for this to happen." She starts to cry, and takes Gwen's face in her hands. "They raided the Compound?" she asks Gwen."Two days ago." Gwen gently starts to wipe the tears off Diva's face. "Diva, what are. The engine problems cleared quickly as the designers had anticipated pilots having to deal with bad air in similar situations, though doubtless not one as seemingly suicidal as the one Ian and Anne had just flown. Ian’s next concern was about a safe landing. After what they had just been through he didn’t trust that the landing gear would work properly but reasoned the watertight integrity of the hull should be okay. Ian got on the radio, ‘Drencher to Firebase,’ he paused, taking his finger. We'll live happily ever after." The mistress of espionage knew she'd be ordered to kill her scientist-lover unless he agreed to work for the other side but the first order of business was the formula.The young man was tied securely to the whipping bar and stripped naked. "Mercy please, mistress," cried the young man. "I'll be good from now on. I promise. Mercy!" Mercy indeed thought the dominatrix, Mistress Lani. There would no mercy for this insolent pup, Danny Dwyer. She gripped her favorite. He assured me that his mate just wanted to watch and wank and that was all so I eased back from the door and let them in. Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads when they saw what I was wearing and the bulges were starting to appear in their trousers. I told them to stay cool and we had a drink and a Viagra each and then a bit of a chat to put each other at ease. I told his mate to sit in the only chair in the room and I got comfortable on the bed so he could have a feel of my legs.