She was tucked safely away and would not be escaping. Her punishment would be unending boredom. Her son was wandering around the streets in his five-t...ousand-dollar suit that was quickly giving way as it became worn and dirty with wear, the two cents in his pocket a constant reminder of how he came to be this way. I did have him watched, and I would be receiving updates. If anything, out of the ordinary happened, I would know about it. I thought I’d give him a bit more time to stew before. That time she had an orgasm, which she later learned was a gift, that the first time for most women was more painful than pleasurable. But she had come hard, even though she was crying. She hadn’t cried from pain or fear, it had been such an incredible release, and the passion. . . . god, he was the only one where it felt like passion instead of lust. That is what had really gotten her off she surmised later. She just hadn’t realized it at the time. She had been at Christina’s house, they. That alsowas part of her epiphany. Trying to be something she was not wasn'tgoing to give her any insight into what it was that she needed tounderstand to be herself.She was capable of greater levels of concentration, that much was true,but in the end she wasn't someone who could sit still and focus inwarduntil they attained the enlightenment she was seeking. That had neverbeen her even when she was a human and that part of her nature hadcarried over when she became dryad. What she really. The last thing we need is some mamby-pamby do-gooder leaking news of what's happening and creating a problem which prevents us from doing what we need to do. Something like that could cause a panic, which we aren't prepared to deal with." Don't worry. We've taken care of that," Samuel assured him. "You've established our priorities and I've done the rest. We've invited only those we trust, essentially career people. No 'politicians' who'd only be concerned with people's perception."."Good..