Still, Francine was looking upbeat. I assumed the news on her movie was good, so I did not ask.I said, "You look better. The news on the movie must be...good."She said, "It is, but the real news is that Sheila is feeling better. I don't know why, but I catch her morning sickness. You did not find me to inquire about my health or the movie. What's up?"I said, "Deirdre Walters."Francine's eyes flew wide. Before I could say another word, her phone was out. In minutes I was invited to Sunday dinner. Mostly I swallowed their jism, or took it in my arse. Anyway, none of them fucked me in the relevant time frame. And, by the way, I have not had any sex with anyone you have not ordered me to bed with." So you say," he retorted, then his voice softened as he asked, "Do you want to go back to your husband?" Ex-husband. I know about the divorce." He would take you back, and the divorce could be rescinded," remarked the Colonel, "That is if you would rather be with him." God, no. Sex with you is. The house was a few miles outside of Olympia, up in the wooded hills, and it was large, colonial and imposing. A valet took our car and a doorman again checked our invitation and checked us against a list. He entreated us to enjoy ourselves. I blushed as he looked at me, standing there in my short green dress and handcuffed. Paul attached the leash to my neck and walked through the large doorway tugging me gently along behind him.The interior was lavish and vaguely European, I thought, and. I run in distance races and do wilderness hiking for exercise."Jeffries said, "Thanks, Elaine. We'll try to get you a group to lead. I would like someone to go south. Would you lead that group?" Yes, south is as good a direction as any. Do you have any compasses or should we go by the sun?"He replied, "No compasses. You will have to use dead reckoning." She nodded.Jeffries sent Baker to find nine or ten people of various ages to go with her. It didn't take long even though everyone knew there.