The Vultoqi reaction was immediate as several scans washed over us, at least one detecting our position as we hoped.“Here they come,” Róisín mur...ured.“100 metres and give them hell as they won’t be able to get out of the trapped zone at that stage,” I ordered.There were no replies, but, from the mental state of the squad, I knew they’d heard me. The Vultoqi were dodging towards our position, laying down a barrage of various magical attacks as the Loegrians continued to whittle them. So, she trusted me, so she dumped it on me." Oh, man," I said. "First her, then me. You must feel like the King Dumpee." That part I didn't mind, not even from her," he smiled. "I was furious, of course, and worried, and upset-but I'm glad she chose me to tell. I felt honored that she trusted me with it. You too," he smiled at me.I smiled back, but then got serious. "What did you do?" I convinced her to talk to Ellie, Mike's mom. It took some doing, but I convinced her. She knew that going to. They were up with the sun, and outside working on the gazebo by 8:00 a.m.; between the two of them they got the rafters for the roof in place. It was hard work, and a couple times he was afraid it was too much for Maureen. She hung in there though, and by lunchtime he was ready to start cutting out the plywood sheathing and fit the sheets in place. Maureen, however, persuaded him they should give it a break till Sunday. She wanted to be well rested for the dance, and she wanted to give Cal some. “But...”“You are welcome, pet,” Marge interrupted again. “But it’s Mistress from now on. Remember?”Kathleen blushed. “Yes, Mistress. But...”“And good slaves kneel. You want to be a good slave, don’t you? Because bad slaves get punished.”“Yes, Mistress,” responded Kathleen. She automatically slid out of her chair and knelt, facing Marge. “But...”Marge reached down and held the beautiful breasts in her hands and kissed Kathleen’s forehead. “I am new to this,” she lied again, “but I promise I will.