The next morning I headed to the grocery store. I picked a cucumber that was about eight inches long and as big around as my wrist. I grabbed a few ot...er things and headed home. As soon as I got home I put everything away and headed upstairs to the guest room, where I have the latest and greatest laptop complete with a webcam. After everything was set up, I went to my bedroom to get ready. I changed into a sheer white silk robe, freshened my makeup and brushed my hair. Just thinking about what. “I remember one of the merchant houses was supposed to be associated with the Dai, but Dai providing fighter protection for others sounds odd.”Har-Hi, as so often, crossed his arms before his chest. “About 6000 years ago, a Dai tribe starving and near the end of their resources arrived in the orbit of N’Ger. The Wak, you know is a 3rd tier Dai tribe leader decided to attack and raid N’Ger or die doing so.”While Shaka steered the ship getting us close and in an orbit before we were in the best. Lord knows it wasn’t something he planned. Not that it wasn’t something he didn’t want but he just didn’t mess with marriages and married women. How could something like that just happen? But it had. For a moment he fell into the now familiar daydream remembering those few days he’d spent as Helen’s Lochinvar. Since returning to Seattle he’d just wandered restlessly from one thing to another. He did manage a few productive hours on his consulting business, but it didn’t seem fair to charge the. Don’t make it worse for yourself by trying to lie. I know that for the past three years you’ve been a member of seven different mailing lists, all with an interest in the same sexual fetish–mind control. You’ve visited mind-control fetish websites on a weekly basis for the past five years, and you’ve contributed three stories yourself, all under the pseudonym ‘Skydiver’. Your particular fetish involves being made over into a mindless sex slave. Did you really think that you could be that public.