”“I heard about you. If I were naked would you do that to me?”“Do what?”“Knock me unconscious.”“I did not knock anyone unconscious. Th...se rumors are just that Georgia, rumors.”“Figures.”“The stories are inflated.”“You look better today.”“I’m having more fun with this Program thing.”“I told you. You’re bigger than yesterday.”“I am not. It’s just your imagination.”“No, I think it grew. It definitely looks harder.”“Oh, that.”“What did you think I was talking about? Your height?”“I’m sensitive. That is, no running natural water. The water was all supplied by either the Mistresses or specially designated subs. And, these subs all took turns anchored face up in the specially designed toilets. Some were designated GS only, and others "Anything Goes". Debbie was getting wet again just thinking of the options.Her question was answered when she began to read the Rules of the Retreat. All the normal stuff. Subs were to be naked at all times. Chains, gags, etc., were at the option of his/her. I don't mean that you don't look good now! I just mean that ... well, it was relaxed and comfortable and—I guess it's coming out wrong, huh?"I put the arm back around her waist, not for support this time but for affection. Okay, I suppose that's a different kind of support. "I don't know if the words are saying it properly, but your eyes are loud and clear. You're saying that it's comfortable here and you're enjoying anything and everything that says this isn't home, where it's uncomfortable.". It didn’t take Betsy long to reach the beach. She went over to a palm tree and started digging in the sand. There were tourists relaxing in the sun working on their tans happily unaware that their world was about to change. Few of them noticed Betsy pull up a briefcase that she had buried there the previous night.She paused to look around, knowing that it was the calm before the storm. She figured that the news about the bank closing would soon reach the vacationers. She was in a race against.