Hmmm. The things one learns. I once had a friend whose parents had a few horses, and he had taught me to ride, although that was quite a few years ago... I didn't know how to take care of horses, though. I was definitely no expert horseback rider."What do you think I should do?" I asked Aimee.Aimee sighed a bit. "Master, you should ease your mind." Hmmm?" I asked. Aimee could be so cryptic sometimes."I've only known you a few weeks, Master, so forgive me for being too forward," Aimee. The next hour would be hell and he knew it. Finally it was time to leave and Rhys and Matt walked outside. “Where’s your car, Matthew?” Matt just shook his head. “I didn’t drive. I wasn’t sure where I was going, so I just took a cab.” Rhys smiled, and took Matt’s hand, leading him towards his own car. As soon as they reached the car, Rhys looked around, then pressed Matt up against the car, chest to chest, hips to hips. Matt was stunned…and delighted. He’d been waiting for this moment. He was. Nothing tender about it, just a primal assertion of power over me. My body ached to be abused in that way by him. Yet her style seemed far more intriguing. More careful, mixing pain and pleasure to break down her prey's resistance, confusing their senses until they were hopeless, lost in a maze of sensations. Then, when they were ready, making them not just want, but need and beg pathetically for whatever she wished. The way she spoke of punishing and rewarding her toys to bring them to that. Everyone was decked out in their armour. Given that we were all wearing high-tech stuff, I was happy about that. We also brought along our blade weapons to use if necessary, especially my throwing knives. None of the firearms had silencers on them. I might need a knife or two before we got through with the night. Dork naturally brought his warhammer. I was certain that it would make a good can opener if we ran into a robot or two. As for our shields we left those behind in our encampment along.