"I was almost done when I heard the pop of a silenced gun and heard a round hit the tree a few inches above my head. An electronic male voice said it ...ould aim a bit lower, and kill me. I said I was trying to save this man's life, and should I continue? The voice said yes. When I was done, I lifted my hands, and the voice told me to toss my weapons to the side. I lunged to the right, and took a shot, and the person took a shot also. Hit me just below the clavicle, at the top of my vest and. ‘ Why not? He asked, still tormenting my clit with the brush. ‘Because I was trying to please you, Master… ‘ I manage to say. ‘Your communication skills need work, then’ He tells me. ‘ You know you are supposed to communicate any and all relevant information to me. I’d say being that distracted is relevant.’ I nod again. I hear a noise, and I can’t identify it. The brush swirls over my clit again, and I cry out at the sudden burning sensation. I can smell the Tiger Balm as it covers my clit.. We know we could do the Intracoastal Canal, but poor little Ada longs for the sea if we do that.”“And,” Mandy reinforced, “We’ll just be a few miles out for most of the trip, parallel to the coast...”“‘Way out when we go around the Mississippi River outlets,” Bink inserted.“But if we need to, we can be back onshore pretty quick.”“Nothing on Ada happens quick,” I reminded them, “At least in regards to distance.”So back to the lists – groceries, supplies, and since it’s easing on into winter now,. D’you fancy a cuppa?’ ‘Yeah, go on then.’ They sat quietly drinking their tea until Ivy let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Shit, I need to go tell everyone who thinks they’re getting a lift to Stonehenge.’ ‘I can do that.’ ‘Thanks, I’d really appreciate it.’ Ruth bounded off, leaving her tea undrunk, and Ivy crawled back under the truck. After more careful examination she noticed a small amount of fluid had leaked onto the clutch plate. When she scrabbled back out again to look for the workshop.