.” I wiggled morning wood into delightful contact. “Or not...”“Come on, cap’n. You KNOW we’ll have time out on the waterway...”The two o... us have the morning routine, several of ‘em, actually, down pat. This one is the ‘we want to have a full day’s trip for a goal’ routine. Faces washed, teeth brushed, dressed with clothes suitable for motoring through civilization, she’s doing breakfast for us while I’m giving the little diesel its daily attention.In the windless early morning, leaving the. She is thin, though, and has not strength. I must do most alone. But I let her lead me.We come to a steep slope. It is too steep for me as I am now, I stop. But she urges me on, lifting her feet, and I see there are like stepping stones before me. I begin to climb the stepping stones with her. After I climb two or three I feel very weak and sick, but she urges me on and I gather such strength as is in me and continue. We come to the end of the stepping stones at a place that is again. The third said Roger and was apicture of a coloured man and the fourth said Headmaster and showed adesk."Now you'd better be a good little girl and be very nice to your friendsor we might have to send our email won't we little girl? Remember I willbe watching every word you say."Quivering, my hands trembling, I tried the mouse again, I seemed to beable to move it now but try as I did, it only around the chat screen andno further. Reluctantly I moved the pointer to Grandpa and clicked onit. A. " Okay."acquiescent proceeded to introduce kurious to those present and lots of different people asked her friendly and playful questions. One girl called 'Sir Tim's helena', said Elaine was welcome to come anytime, to observe quietly or to participate. Sensible questions were welcome and there was no such thing as a silly one.Elaine thanked her as more of the world of BDSM opened before her eyes.Observing quietly, Elaine watched as Simone was caught up in the various conversations that evolved.