”“Paul, be careful, love.”“I will, Opal Anne. Mick watch out for her.”“I will, big brother.”I took off in the direction Mick had indicat...d and tried to go as fast as I could without tiring my mount in case I had to run back to the wagon. I took advantage of keeping close to the trees whenever possible trying to not be noticed.I was out for about a half an hour when I saw movement on the horizon. I was riding along a tree line, trying to blend in, when I saw them. It was Indians. About thirty of. The AI yawned giving the impression that he was, only human, after all to his cohorts. They knew it was a farce and that they were bound to him by the cosmic glue that he used to control their every movement and directed their thoughts into those areas where he needed them the most.When he saw the small herd of young humans approaching from the north, he channeled them into the vaguely undefined “holding pen” for some data collection of their system efficiency looking for some explanation of. I stood there shaking and grunting and crying out, “God! God! God! God!” Then I fell back on the grass and began thrashing and bouncing as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced tore through my body.When I came to my senses, Denise– now my Mistress Denise– was standing over me. The other girls were standing around us. They had the balls and the ropes... and evidently all of my clothes... put back in the three duffle bags. Mary was still recording with Denise’s phone.“Thank you,. The taxista went up to one of them and asked if this was La Casa de Los Angeles."Si." The woman, swarthy with the high cheekbones that revealed much Indian blood, walked away and began to hang laundry on the next line.The taxista followed her, spewing a voluble stream of Spanish apparently designed to get her talking again. She spat on the ground and turned her back.Saying something clearly obscene, the cab driver grabbed the woman and turned her, raising his hand to strike her across the.