.”It was a good ride. The bunker was built, well off the beaten track, in the fifties, initially as a defence control centre, then modified as a reg...onal headquarters. We parked the bikes, a little nervously, on a sloping gravelled car-park, and made our way through woods to the small bungalow which formed the entrance. The tour was interesting, if a little depressing, and took just over an hour. I, for one, sincerely hope that such is never required. The notion of nuclear, chemical or. I admit my heart skipped a beat or two for the few seconds she gave me a mean look and I was relaxed she spoke normally in the interval and continued watching unfazed. My eyes were on the screen but I was lost in the kiss suddenly I felt a soft wet kiss on my cheeks and my hands pressed tightly with nails engraved into my skin. My God and I swallowed a hard lump. I could not believe my luck. My dream girl my sweetheart has kissed me back. I took a few minutes to settle down, gathered some. Drake could only pant in reply. Raell quickly took charge. ‘We can stop here briefly. Devon- let the horses drink. Riley- if the new slave doesn’t run let him was out those cuts and drink. If he runs, I’ll tie him back to the wagon and he can run some more.’ The two slaves obeyed, and Drake was brought over to the nearby stream. He sank down in the cold water, thankful for the numbing affect it had on his scrapes. He drank as much as he could, then laid in it. He didn’t even consider running,. I didn’t have time to think after that until the ride was done. Climbing out, I held out my hand to help her out. Both of us were a bit shaken by the ride. It was fun – more than fun, exciting. She clung to my arm with both hands as we shakily made our way down the ramp. It was an entirely innocent gesture on her part, or was it? I felt a bit guilty letting her stay arm in arm all that way. She was off to see someone, after all. My heart was still racing. Was it from the ride or from her close.