My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light.Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real c...ore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet;. “Ophelia. I’m going to begin on his back. But I want you to stand in front of him and torment him in any manner you wish.I couldn’t see what Mistress Flavia was doing, but from the sounds I heard, it seemed as if she was swinging the flagellum back and forth in front of her, to get a sense of how it flowed through the air. When she felt comfortable with the whip, she moved in closer.While she eagerly waited for Mistress Flavia to make the first strike, Ophelia moved in close to me began working. Still, it was fun tearing that thing apart and Hank wasn't a dummy, he knew what we were doing, so it went pretty fast.I thought I could machine one of the valves, but it was no go, they were all gonna need replacement. They'd burned bad, which meant whoever had owned it before was using like high octane gas or something, maybe adding grain alcohol or something since he figured it was cold outside, who knows. When you fix as much stuff as I do you see all kinds of stupid stuff and people get. I ran back quickly only to see that the watchman had closed the terrace gate. He did not notice that I was there bcoz I was standing I a dark corner without making any sound and was looking at the celebrations. I ran back to the place where I saw him. He was still there and I asked him if he has a mobile so that I can call someone to get the door opened. He said he did not bring it with him. I was totally wet by then. I did not wear a bra under my white t-shirt so he can clearly see my boobs. I.