The best solution for the armor would take the Companions beyond the end of their contract, into death itself, voluntarily.There were one hundred seve...teen hosts and Companions, by the first of March. The debate was hot and heavy, but it didn't produce answers, until Al suggested a melding."Helping our hosts solve common problems isn't the only reason for melding," Al pointed out. "It can also be used to solve issues that Companions, as a species, must confront." What kinds of issues have. She then led me into her dungeon where she commanded me to kneel before her. She then explained the rules that I would have to follow if I was to submit to her. She was firm and intimidating and I found myself drawn to her in a way I cannot describe.After a time She told me to follow her on my hands and knees. She led me into her dungeon and commanded me to climb up onto her bench lying on my stomach which she called her whipping and fucking bench. I trembled as I did what she said. She then. " Better thank God, Ethel. I have no power of myself." There was a moment I can only describe as a deep communion and I found myself regretting my youth, and that I had not known her as a young woman. I'll say here that I'm an Anglican, not a Roman Catholic, and I have no personal objection to marriage; I just had never met a woman with whom I had a mutual desire to wed. "Ethel, would you like me to call on you during the week? If the prayer helped, I could pray some more." Oh, thank you. We pulled forward about ten yards on the side path and rolled to a stop. "If you wish to approach the bungalow from the beach, you'll have to go the rest on foot. Head out in this direction" Valerie pointed "and continue straight as best you can. You should be able to hear the ocean waves after a few minutes." "Sounds good" I replied. "Sure you don't want to join me on this adventure?" "I was directed to drive you to this location and then return to the main complex. If you wish me to stay, I.