“What’s this about, constable ... sheriff ... officer. I’m sorry, we’ve just arrived for our holiday, and we’re not used to—”“‘E’s...an hofficer,” Summer interrupted me. She sounded very different. “S’right innit?”“Officer is fine,” the policeman said, looking at my passport carefully and then back up at us both. “So, you’re British. Can I see your passport ma’am?”“Yes, from Buckinghamshire,” I said. I resisted the urge to stare at Summer.“An’ I’m from Lunnun,” Summer chipped in, peering at him. Would you go there again?’ ‘I don’t think so. I’m still not sure I can trust her, and it would be too intense.’ ‘But you thought about it already?’ ‘No! Yes. How do you know?’ ‘Would you do it if I wanted you to? If I’d be there to make sure you aren’t permanently harmed?’ My pussy clenched. ‘Oh god.’ ‘Is that a yes?’ My skin prickled with the shameful blush that covered my whole body. ‘Yes, Mistress.’ ‘Good,’ she purred, ‘maybe we’ll do that one day. Or maybe not. We’ll see. Now sleep, we both. It's circumference wavered and crackled with energy just within the curvature of the field coils, which themselves began to shimmer, as if bending the very light which illuminated them. The smell of ozone assailed our senses as spinning magnetos churned out incalculable pulses of energies to balance the feedback from the displacement field.A growing sense of alarm rose from the root of my spine, that we must certainly be standing too close to this ungodly experiment. The fear must have been. I walked up and showed him my badge. "You need to go on home. You can either leave here now and come back, or you can wait for the manager to ask you to leave in which case you won't be welcome again." I tried to be calm and reasonable."Bullshit, I ain't going nowhere," he said"Sure you are, it's a matter of where and how. You can walk out and go where you choose or you can wait for the manager to tell you to leave. Then it is trespass and that is illegal. So for that I take you to jail."You.