Val is an old friend, of course, and receives an air kiss from Mrs. Anderson from a distance of no less than six inches away from her cheek. I get the...firm handshake, from both Mr. Anderson ("call me Jack") and Mrs. Anderson (no explicit instructions, but if she thinks I'm calling her anything but Mrs. Anderson, she's crazy), and then another from Kendra's younger brother, Todd, who is currently a senior at Hah-vahd, where call-me-Jack went to school.We suffer through a fascinating dinner table. Aug 19The group going to Jefferson City debarked once we docked. They had money for their expenses, and five hundred thousand dollars in federal bank drafts to show the Missouri lawmakers that we were fully capitalized. I wished them good luck. They also had twenty guards.By nightfall, we reached St. Louis. James met us and directed us to a dock on the Illinois side of the river where our train awaited us. Despite the late hour, within half an hour of docking, dockworkers were busy unloading. Moments later he returned and I undressed. First I pulled the dress down over my head, I needed to stretch it over my boobs and then wriggle it down my body, until it was taught and smooth. It only came a little way down my thighs. Then I sat on my armchair and pulled on each stocking in turn, I shook some talc into each in turn, then smoothed them up my leg, I love the feeling of being held tight by my latex. It is delicious. With both stockings on, I held out each foot in turn and had Nigel. But beyond the improvised and antiquated torture device she was strapped into, there wasn't a single sign of "unnatural" materials in the room. Even from the wooden beams, structs, and boards was absent any synthetic materials, nails included. Everything seemed to be glued together with a splotchy, white paste, probably "all natural" too. The smell was authentic pine.Her own "impurities" were also, of course, absent. Her gun was nowhere to be seen. Her nanomite blade, usually strapped to her.