"What do you mean, my idea?" she asked. "Quit kissing me so much and tell me. Oh, hell." And she in turn reached over to pull him to her for yet anoth...r kiss. "OK, now, say." Just before I left you said something about if only they would think together, and I knew you of course were right," he said. "But they stubbornly would not, each side had its back up. So I had to find a way to make them think together, but for a long while it stymied me." Tell me about it," she said, rolling her eyes."It. The release of power had been like a bee's sting, taking his own life force to kill the enemy.I had no time to grieve for either of them. The next wave was coming through the yard towards the front of the house. Sara's angry shout roused me. I jumped up and pulled Jon's comatose body into the safety of the pantry where I laid him out as comfortably as possible, there was nothing he could help me with and it was better to have him out of the way. I protected his resting place and locked him. He brought up a large ledger and started flipping through the pages before stopping. He looked up with a wide grin, “You are in luck master. The ruins belong to the city and for a small fee...”He looked at the stone on the counter, “They and fifty acres will be yours.”I looked at him for a minute longer and then tossed a single gold coin onto the counter, “No more.”He swallowed and bobbled his head, “Give me one moment master.”He began scribing in the book and glanced at me fearfully, “You said. ? she said cheerfully, ?It's my lucky day!?That she was smiling and bubbly meant she wasn’t annoyed, so a severe correction was unlikely. But she often glowed and giggled while indulging in wanton sadism, and there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. That look could only mean one thing.I was going to get it.Some friendly advice to submissives: if you’re six foot one and happen to be standing in front of your Dominant who’s five foot nine, it’s best to not to tower over her. That’s.