He stammered, “Is there anything we need to know before we get there?”“Umm. No. Not before. But the community has some special rules I’m sure ...ou can handle.” She glanced at my groin then his again. The wide zipper, which ran all the way down Betty’s dark blue dress, was open much lower than when we got into her car — nearly to her nipple line. I noticed she was breathing deeply and, with her hand inside her dress, she was subtly pinching her left nipple as she drove. Her eyes closed and she. They all wanted to report at once. The room was in chaos. Gail inquired whether a menu had been selected for tonight's dinner. Their affirmative reply was followed directly with a refusal to reveal said menu, which was to be a surprise.Elizabeth wondered aloud whether the women ought to scale back their stocking and organising mission, with a view toward perhaps beginning dinner preparation. Although they were plainly having the time of their lives, they reluctantly agreed.Elizabeth invited all. Ernie led us off the bus and into the warehouse bunker she thought the Time Machine was in. Bert took Sue and Andrea to hide in one of the tunnels as Ernie and I located the crate. It was still were Ernie last saw it, sitting alone and neglected in the midst of a scattering of crates and boxes. We opened one side and I crawled in. Quickly Ernie resealed the crate and left me to inspect the Machine while she hid with the others.I sat in the dark for a moment, feeling the cold metal cage against. Miranda looked at the prisoners hungrily and I remembered her enthusiasm for torturing our last prisoner, the late and unlamented Harry. I told her that if she wanted to volunteer as executioner, she should talk to Joseph who was watching from a distance. She nodded and went over to him. I saw him nod and she went to one man and said something to him. He was quickly lying on the ground because she had kicked him between the legs very, very hard. She laughed and went to another. He tried to move.