At that time I had a Worship Site for Her where I could post everything I did for Her, and which She would visit occasionally. That’s what She looks...at next, commenting on the worship material that’s on there. Idiot! I realise days later, I should have logged Her on to the site so She could post comments if She wanted to. Add that to the check-list for next time!Then it’s onto the outfit She’s going to wear, and of course it’s the one I’ve used in the worship sheet I’ve given Her. I’ve pasted. Jenkins. Unfortunately, the man got under my skin whenever he opened his mouth. When he started accusing me of blowing the anchor up, I just lost it. Truthfully, I don’t know what happened at the drop site. It could have been just an accident; but then again, as I told Jenkins, the transmitters that Ridgeway had insisted we wear and use on arrival weren’t part of our original operational plans. The General had provided them to us, and he’d insisted we use them. While there isn’t any evidence of. " Deal," I repeated, my head spinning with the delicious visuals I was already imagining occurring in under four fours.Suddenly her phone buzzed. She looked at it and sighed,"What?" I asked."Mistress Alicia won't take no for an answer," she began, "she expects me to show up at her friend's Halloween party, even though I've already told her that this was a commitment I couldn't break."Shit, I thought to myself, this could ruin my whole plan. I also loved hearing my beautiful wife use the word. They had talked. There had been all the connection she could have wanted."So I'll see you at the show tomorrow?" he had asked, and given her his rider's all areas pass.At the show she could have been as close to the rail as she wanted but she had hung back a little. Look at these cowgirls, tight jeans on round booty, cleavage popping from low buttoned stretched checked shirts... Yet she knew his eyes were glossing over them, searching for her. He had rode possessed and placed and between.