Dad unhanded one of Mom's breasts to wave back, and we continued on to the shower. We rinsed and soaped and rinsed again, our hands straying, my heat ...uilding once more. I didn't feel frightened or even too surprised at seeing my parents, I guess in part because I knew they already knew how Emily and I felt about each other, and they knew we had moved well beyond holding hands.I didn't think they'd seen us having sex before, but I wasn't entirely sure about that. There were little hints, too,. . the biggest, burliest, baddest looking biker-type dude I ever saw said, "Crispy, please. And make it a small one."I picked up a half-pounder with the tongs ... never perforate ... and got a, "Too big." I fumbled around on the platter and snatched up the small flank steak I had planned on cooking for the little girl ... the five foot two inch date of the biker type ... and got a thumbs up. He loaded up a platter ... not a plate ... with veggies and baked ... salted it and began to plow his way. In preparation for what might be required, I sought a stand of trees well outside of the town in which to leave my horse and cast a ward around the area to protect him. I then returned to the town on foot and followed a number of others heading for the site of the proposed punishment.As I neared the area, I could feel the Talents of those there and could tell that they had little conscious use of Magic although they had HUGE but untrained Talents. This had become the accepted standard to us. “Master, please, I wasn’t expecting anyone else,” she said timorously. “I can’t do anything with him, I just can’t. I don’t even know him!” She sounded quietly hysterical. “You’re being presumptuous. No one’s asked you to do anything. For all you know, he may not have the slightest interest in fucking you. You may not be his type. And, lest we forget, you don’t know my name, and you know me quite well in the biblical sense. Now, get in the car or say ‘summer.’ ” A pause and a long sigh. She got.