How is Mr. Tremaine a Prophet?” Jeannie inquired as she rejoined them.“He’s a Prophet because he was chosen by God and it was revealed through a... angel. He’s not the main Prophet, my dear, but he is the only one in this group. We’re part of a traveling tribe here. We’re going westward toward Haven, a community that serves as a refuge or asylum, a place that is the foundation for the new society or civilization that will bring us out of the new Dark Ages back into the light.“What we were. He asked me do I like surprises and as obvious my answer was affirmative. We decided to meet in a mall and take it from there.On the day of our meeting I wore a tight t shirt that showed my deep cleavage and a skirt that barely reached my knees. I went to the mall and found him waiting for him. He was so dreamy. I guess we both were good enough for each other because as soon as we said hi we just hugged each other like long lost lovers. The thirst in my body grew as I felt his strong muscles. . it's HUGE!' objected Nikki.'Oh I'm sure it's not so bad once you get used to it,' said the technician reassuringly. 'And it's quite soft,' he said, flicking the probe which wobbled obscenely from side to side. 'Now come on, up you get. I'll give you a hand.'The tech helped the reluctant youngster up onto the table. Then he moved her into a squatting position over the upstanding probe. 'Right, just lower yourself down onto it, please.' Nikki gave the technician a filthy look. Nobody was asking. I sat on thebed, spread my feet and snapped the chains to my ankles, then I put the blindfoldon. It was a new one and I liked it. It buckled behind my head and had a chinstrap. It was going to stay in place. No amount of rubbing my head againstthe bedding would unseat it. I lay back and carefully felt for the wrists chains,and snapped them on my cuffs. I lay there for a moment, then called out: "Ready!" There was an instant rush of bare feet up the stairs and two giggling, squealinggirls were.