"What time should I pick you up in the morning?" How do you know I'm going to let you leave?" Her eyes sparkled and she grinned."There might come that...day or night but..." But not yet." She interrupted."That's correct. The question still remains. When do I pick you up?" Would seven thirty be too early?" Not at all. I'm usually at work by then. I'm one of those dreadful early risers." That's not all bad. I'm going to make an exception to my rule. I'm going to wear a dress tomorrow." You have. Somehow, neither one sounded exactly right.Eventually Mistress Catherine broke the silence: " ... and then others go under because, deep down inside themselves, they are simply..." Mistress's left hand suddenly drifted away from Sandy's shoulder and softly caressed her face as she bent down and whispered in the stunned girl's ear, " ... submissive." A flash of lightening placed extra emphasis on that word in Sandy's mind.Sandy gasped at that word as her eyes closed and immediately she felt her. Scott was appalled. This meant that thirty five or forty thousand Norsemen had just landed on his southern border, Norsemen clearly hungry for land. He hoped the defeat in Galloway would give them pause for thought. Certainly his decision not to allow a pursuit of those fleeing the battle meant that over three thousand would return to their camps with news of the Scots strength.He discussed the latest intelligence with the Colonel and they agreed it would be prudent to have a network. This time, I squeezed it lightly and pulled her in a little closer to me as we walked. When we got to the counter, I continued holding her hand while I ordered, removing it only when I had to reach for my wallet. I took most of the food, leaving her a free hand. I crooked my elbow at her and she smiled warmly as she put her hand through it and we walked to the theater.As we chatted while waiting for the movie to start, I looked her over again. While she had brought her age down from eighteen,.