We don’t work for them and they’re defunct, so I’m taking us onto I-68 as soon as we can find a part of the interstate that is clear enough for ...se. You know, less wreckage, fewer obstacles to safe passage to Maryland and Virginia, or what’s left of them. The sooner that we can get out of Dodge, the better, dear. I want us to make more progress in terms of reaching the Atlantic Coast and getting our friends here to the ports to embark for Wales. I’m sure that Anwyn and Gabby want to get there. “Go to your cage. You’ll sleep there for a while. Next time I tell you to do something, do it right. Use your brain,” she dismissed him. Counting this as a very light punishment, he crawled to the cage in the corner and snuggled down for a nap. Mali sat down on her throne and waited for some good news from Raven. While the evil fairy waited, Phillip galloped back to his father’s castle. Hubert was in front with a maid over his lap; her ass bare and red from a recent spanking. Hating to. Josh looked up at her. "Hey, Genna." Your drunk? Again?" she asked. Josh just nodded. She rolled her eyes. "Get upstairs before mom catches you. she told him. Josh stumbled up the stairs, which, of course, woke up his mom, Ronnie. Ronnie opened the door, wearing only a see-through nightgown. "Are you drunk again, Josh?" she asked."Yeah." he replied."Honey...you can't keep doing this. Go to bed, and we'll talk about it in the morning." she told him. She turned around, and Josh looked at her ass.. A small laugh burst from her as she imagined approaching the foreman of the work detail and politely requesting that she be allowed to stand and examine the bodies of his laborers. But Harry had shown her some labor that day in the sunlight. His sweat had dripped hot upon her. His face had flushed with the power of his exertions. And she had given him a complete and noisy vision of her trumpets. Later that morning she had awakened with some languid guilt and he still lay across the sheets in.