..Present – Byron – At Houston Intercontinental AirportI answer Thom, "Yeah there's a couple of suits that I've seen one too many times looking in...our direction. Now, are you telling me we're going to Venezuela?"Thom replies, "Shit! We need to shake those suits. And hell yes we're going to Venezuela!"I answer, "How about we use the normal 'bathroom ruse' on them, apprehend them and see who the hell they are?"Thom grins, "I like that idea even better than grabbing a cup of coffee."So we head to. Not a real fog like with mist and cold air on the skin. It was more a fog in her mind that prevented her from seeing properly. Everything was softly muted and blended together into a jumble of indistinct outlines in an impressionistic blur that totally confused her brain.She reached out with her hand to touch the straight black line directly in front of her. It was real. It was hard. It was a metal bar like a bar in a jail cell. Not that Annie had ever been in jail. Her memory was not quite. K, how's it going!?!" "W-what are you doing in here, young man," the mortified woman stammered while turning to cover her large breasts and vagina!?! "Well," he said while eyeing her hungrily, "I was thinkin' you was Linda, but now I'm glad you ain't!!!" Even in her stunned state, Pearl Knight couldn't help staring at Linc's huge erection, and with a wavering voice ordered, "N-now you get out of her right now or I'll have to tell Linda about this!!!" Linc laughed evilly at the older woman's. Master had said this train, had told her it would arrive here at this time, but he was not there to pick her up. She was just about to start panicking when the taxi driver got out and shouted her name. She looked up, and walked towards him, relief replacing the adrenaline surge. They drove in silence. The driver knew where to take her, which was fortunate as she had never been to her Master’s and Mistress home before. They had always met at parties, in hotels, or for one glorious weekend, a.