Review, edit. Review, edit. Review, edit, good enough, send. Wait for response.Five minutes later: no response.Ten minutes later: no response.Fifteen ...inutes later: getting worried, no response.Thirty minutes later: no response, no doorbell.Forty minutes later: no response, no doorbell.Forty-five minutes later: ‘Shit. I crossed the line, yet again.’An hour later: Doorbell: It was her. She had done a spot of shopping.It turned out that Molly did not own any skirts. In an effort to get the full. . I guess I'm doing okay. I'm nervous," I said."Yeah, well, so am I," she said."You don't look it. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were here for a sore throat or something trivial like that."She just laughed quietly and smiled. "Or a sore pussy." Geez, keep your voice down. Besides, that's as much Ann's fault as mine." Well, yes, that's true. Anyway, what I really meant is, are you feeling any better?" About us, you mean?" Yeah, exactly." Sure, I feel better. I mean, you and I have. .though everything else was still frozen.Not "frozen" exactly; the man hefted my left tit, letting it drop as hesmiled at me. "Why... why are you doing this??" The girly tone in myvoice seemed to delight him as much as fondling me."Why??" _He_ had a deep, hearty voice, of course. "The short versionis, I'm a Dom. I decided to add you to my little harem. Well - maybe'little' isn't the exact right word..." He was on my side, patting myfanny. I could just see it in the mirror, a perfectly rounded. When the time comes, I can introduce you them.”“Thanks.”Richard got the survey and map (in duplicate) on Monday afternoon. He used some graph paper to try to visualize exactly what he “saw.” He was up quite early on Wednesday and on the road before six. A bit after eight he stopped in Miles and had some breakfast and bought petrol at the same place where he and Ferd had stopped, where A5 intersected A2. He was in Mitchell just past eleven. He located the office of the Maranoa Council, staffed.