Now we do not. So put away your quill, and watch your step."Fudge had had a number of similar, one-on-one discussions with his inner circle over the l...st couple of weeks. A small army of his flunkies were busy locating and destroying all copies of internal memoranda issued from Fudge's office. Another group was carefully scouring the Ministry's archives and library, burning anything the slightest bit incriminating. Fudge had ordered that henceforth no notes were to be taken of any meetings. No. Makes sense, right? When you've got time, locate Polaris, measure the number of spring days, calculate the rising and setting sun, and thus get a sense of the rough "where you are".There was no Polaris. Instead, there were a cluster of four stars arranged in a pretty trapezoid up where Polaris should have been. No north star. None. What does that mean? It meant I was not on Earth. Oh sure, at first I guessed that I was in the southern hemisphere, and that those stars must have been the Southern. . me. Listen very closely."I opened one eye for a surreptitious peek, and damn if it wasn't another scriptwriter's wet dream. All I could see was the outline of a figure standing in front of the street lamp. He was surrounded by an aura from the light's halogen glow. I'm sure it was a trick of the light and the shadows and the fact that I was looking at him from two inches off the ground, but I swear he was eight feet tall. Thin, but still bigger than life. His arm was raised, and I could make. Jessica gave his neck a quick tight squeeze. "Think of my thighs as your last hope of freedom, because if your head was to come out from between them before I give you permission, you'll be wearing those mitts for the rest of the weekend."Tom immediately relaxed and started to enjoy the feel of Jessica's soft legs around his neck. "Better," she smiled as she finally started to stimulate him.When Jessica was finished she opened her bedroom door and led Tom to the bathroom, where they showered.