”Cheryl looked very unhappy about something, but fortunately Maria arrived to join us and changed the topic of conversation.“Did you hear about Ja... Calhoun?” she asked.“He tripped and hit his head on the walkway,” I said, the hint of boredom in my voice intended to convey that we’d already been told about it.“Apparently he hit his head several times and he could be off school for quite a while,” said Maria.Jaymon Solassie! He must have found out that Jay Calhoun was responsible for vandalising. It is one thing to have a secret fetish. It is completely another thing to have it made public.Sooner or later the Black Owned white slave might have to serve not only Blacks in private, but get dominated and humiliated in front of a Black or mixed crowd watching. They could bring the white slave to tears and enjoy punishing it for no apparent reason. They could enjoy using riding crops, whips, and canes on its bare ass and enjoy watching it squirm as its ass becomes red with welts.Yet to be. We gathered more manna with the guitar, put a drop of blood into the scrying water, and began deepening our trance while staring into the pie pan.I lost track of time, and visions began to form. They were inchoate at first, but I eventually began seeing--and sometimes hearing, feeling, and smelling--things that made sense. I saw a forest that was greener than anything on earth. I saw a rocky desert with a line of humanoid figures walking across it. Although they were wearing long robes, I say. I told the Captain to go back to Nellis and refuel, rearm, and come back to Reno and wait for further orders. He said ok, he would land in the reserved Federal Area and wait for us there. When we landed we got out and he took off immediately. We were met by another agent who handed us key to an unmarked parked by the hangar. He went back inside and we took off."Harry, where the hell are we going, and why did you tell the pilot to refuel and rearm?"I told Sean why we were in Reno and what I had.