He couldn't hide his agitation when he growled, "Come on Mr. Timmons, I have been back here in the station for over three hours. I was supposed to get...off over an hour ago at 8:00, and I have a date.Wilfred Timmons was cleaning his glasses when he said, "Don't be inpatient Mr. Jones. All of the paperwork has to be in order, fuel consumption logs, meal vouchers and expense reports. We are almost finished here. Everything seems to be pretty much in order except this one expense report and I. Their couple of glasses of wine and light salad had been a calming interlude, they told each other, as they set off on the short return journey to their hotel. Grace checked her watch, she had been told that she should report to Samuel Smith’s some time mid afternoon. Although she desperately needed Lauren there for support, she knew her sister had to stay at their hotel awaiting Kay’s call. As they stepped out onto the overhead walkway that connected both sides of the Strip, the heat hit them. Sam just laughs as you grab her shins and sort of use them to hike her legs up around her waist."I should've known you're a power monger." Sam grins brushing her bangs out of her eyes and for a second you just look at her, at your best friend, at Sam."What? Do I have something in my teeth? An eye booger?" She asks in that charming way that only belongs to Sam and you're shaking your head when you kiss her again.You're not expecting her to flip you over onto her back and so when she does you. The distortion was goneand the voice was all too clear now. ?It?s been too long, Gwen. It?s going tobe nice to have you back.? Gwen began to shake as she realized who belonged tothat haunting voice: her former boyfriend and Master, Saul. ??????????? Gwen hadn?theard that voice in over ten years. He was the only Master she had ever trulyhad. He had ruled her every move when he wanted to and she had welcomed hisauthority. She had often missed those days, but she had moved on long ago afterthey.