What greeted him upon waking up was confusion. For just how long was heasleep? Before he went to sleep, he did not even consider that with nosun and m...on to base the time on, there would be no way for him to telljust how long he had been sleeping. Had it been only an hour? Or maybe ithad been a day already? What time of the day was it even here? Quickly,he bolted up, the gravity of the question jolting him awake right away,and yet, he realized just as quickly that he would probably not get. "You don't have to whisper though."They both stood in the middle of the room, far enough back from the window not to be seen. Court put an arm round her shoulder and pulled her against him."Mmm," she said. "Thank you, Marty."Court squeezed her shoulder gently. "There are some advantages, aren't there?" he murmured.They stood there talking softly for some twenty minutes when Court suddenly stiffened."I think our boy's arrived," he said."Where?" Left corner. Behind the hedge. No, he's moved. He's. "The Mistress Katrina dropped the cane and dragged Simon up by his ear. She grabbed a nearby paddle hanging on the wall of her dungeon, pulled the young father up by his ears and threw him against a spanking horse."I am not here for you to ogle me, you sick fuck. You understand?" she shouted and waited for an answer."Yes mistress," Simon automatically replied. Mistress Katrina pulled the paddle back and it made a satisfying smack on his right cheek. She stopped to rub the red globe and smacked. In all honesty, the widow was beginning to grate on his nerves with her constant needs when he was in the middle of a sound sleep at a time when his curative rest was his way of restoring his homeostasis in the dead center of chaos and uncertainty.He found that the injured former captive lady that had bounced down the cliff a short time ago was more than willing to throw her blanket next to his because she was beholden to him for his efforts to bring her back to the reality of the world outside.