Truly, she wasperfection, for she was one of mistress' girls. A star in her horizon,her flower in the harsh desert, the sparkling jewel of her collect...ons.If she had the presence of mind to think about any of those comparisons,she would have giggled, being amused by how perfectly they described her.And while she still giggled, it was for no particular reason, the joy ofsimply existing welling up inside of her.And of course, she knew how to express that joy and gratitude.One step, then another.. ' Thinking that the conversation was genuine I answered 'the strongest of the group would have subverted the weakest to be a substitute for the female and turned them int o sex objects or sex slaves.' 'In time the weaker ones would have become so feminizes that when ever their masculine counter parts wanted sex they would submit and surrender to their will...' Lionel looked at me and smiled, I thought that this was some what odd till I glanced down at his crotch. Lionel had released his penis. They changed mounts at the water hole, saddling fresh horses for another hard ride toward Little Tree. They rode on into the night at a fast gallop until they came to the creek where they’d always stopped on their way to and from Little Tree. There they rested their horses, letting them drink, and graze on the nearby grass.They drank coffee and ate jerky as they talked over the few plans they had.“Martinez, tell us what to expect when we get down to then border. Will there be guards? Will there. Ian offered to change the tyre using his car jack, having said that feeding a child wasn’t something that he could offer to do. He did however offer his car for her to sit in, whilst he worked on hers.Ten minutes later, the tyre was changed, with the damaged one stowed away. Meg had just finished feeding her son, and had placed him back in his capsule inside her SUV. He was now fast asleep.She joined Ian at the open tailgate of her vehicle, saying “Thank you very much ... I wish that I could.