I rode with Helen and Mary in the wagon.Once at the terminal, they met others of our party. We had fun being together. SJ had joined us as did George ...ith Sophie Our two-meter station had been set up with a loudspeaker. About fifteen minutes after walking into the terminal, our north sentries came on the air, "This is Ruth with Elijah. Control, we have a group approaching from the northeast about to cross the large bridge. Over."I said, "This is Bobbi. Allow their approach. Elijah is to meet.. Later that night after we got the kids in bed and sat down in the living room sofa ourselves, intending to watch Netflix while enjoying some wine and cheese, we started talking about our respective days. I started first. I told her about Erik's temper swings. She listened with concern this time. No usual jokes at his expense. “I'm worried about him,” she said. “He is losing his plot. This might end badly for him”.“About time it does,” I replied. “He has been a pain in the ass for the entire. Eliana sighed as she continued her scan. "I'd like to keep this up for another hour before we turn the job over to the automatic scanners. I'm expecting to see something very soon. Focus where our tracks enter the clearing." She was referring to a point about 300 meters away.Five minutes later... "Mark! Twenty meters north of the tracks! Did you see it Basel?!" That flicker Commander? Yes. It wasn't much." Replay the sequence and focus on the UV spectrum."Basel complied and said a moment later,. This is a story about control. Control and manipulation. Control, manipulation, dominance, submission and most importantly it is about relationships. It is also about contrasts and differences in the roles we adopt dependent upon who we are with. Having said that it is not really about BDSM or pain or tying up or spanking or blindfolds or butt plugs or gags. It is more about a man taking control of a woman through his personality and of her welcoming that control and direction. I am not sure.