By the time I get back, I want you to have Cheryl stripped down to her bra and panties.?His eyes widened in horror. ?Don?t worry, she won?t wake up. D...n?t disappoint me, slave.?What the hell had he gotten himself into he wondered. With growing fear he made his way over to Cheryl, still laying limply in her chair. He opened the buttons of her blouse and lifted her forward to ease it back off her shoulders and arms. Next he opened up the button and fly of her jeans. They had a bit of stretch to. “That’s a new one,” said the girl. “What’s a, I mean who was Rigby?”He almost laughed. “Oh, it’s a town, up in Canada, and an old English name, an admiral I think, way back, my mother’s family, goes back, I don’t know, hundreds of years. We’ve got this crest in a frame hanging on the wall.”“No kidding. My name’s Baker. That’s about as ordinary as they come.”Rigby nodded and chewed. As usual it was peanut butter and jelly. His mother had complained about both of those being rationed so his. "Let her be happy," Carmen headed off my comments, "We really needed you to be who we wanted you to be." That sounds a bit ominous," I said. Sara must have startled the nervousness out of me. I was lost, worse than ever but I was on keel. These two beautiful, confusing women were selling something strange and part of me wanted to pull out my wallet. I looked down to Sara and stroked her hair again. She was almost jittery. Why the hell had she been wearing that sweater all night? How did I know. Her home was forbidden to her now; she could not return until she had found the subject of the dream.That damn dream.... she silently cursed. The dream had been littered with omens her grandmother had deciphered for her. Few were good. And because of them, the elders had sent her away, fearing the darkest times possible to come from them if she remained.In her dreams, she had seen two massive beasts in the air. One was darker than the blackest midnight, belching a green-black miasma from its.