She startled me when her right hand dropped down on my leg. She didn’t move it and I realized that there was nowhere else for her hand since the sid... of my leg was tightly pressed against hers. A moment later she pulled her hand away, I presume to squeeze more lotion on the other, since it left my face at the same time. Her fingers had just started stimulating my face when I felt her hand drop once more onto my leg. This time, however, it moved into the crease between my tightly closed thighs,. Hopefully long after something structurally debilitating had happened to it.Our first plan that we discussed while trotting along as fast as Janice's sore feet would let her, was for a quiet surgical extraction, but this optimism wasn't fooling anybody. Maybe we could get in quietly, but finding Bel, let alone getting her out alive was probably going to take some serious magic ... and the usual helping of excessive destruction. Once I had Bel safe in my arms, or rather probably in Janice's. Whatever he whispered to Ellen made her kiss him on the cheek and change from clutching onto him to snuggling him as if she felt at peace in his arms.Thus began the oldest men here from the elite families waiting their turn to hold Ellen to comfort her. I went to take her from them. Ellen finally let me link to her. She told me that this was something Ellen didn’t know that she needed. Those holding her needed it much more than she did. It wasn’t something Ellen couldn’t explain, only that it. My first call was to Krissy Mackley."Hi, Rick," she said. "We missed you this morning." I missed you guys too," I lied. "Krissy, I wanted to give you a chance to comment on an article that's going to tomorrow's paper. You can probably tell that you're on speakerphone. I'm here with my editor, Rachel Langhorn."And her editor and his editor as well."Hello, Miss Mackley," Rachel said."Hello," Krissy said. "So this is something serious?" You might say so," I answered. When I was finished explaining.