Travel simultaneously limits and expands opportunities. On the plus side is the provision of long distance relationships and opportunities for honing...one’s proclivity for talking dirty. The negative side should be obvious and flows directly from the positive. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of. What was even stranger was that our eighteen year old son, normally impossible to get out of bed, was woken by the alarm as well so by half five we were all sitting in the kitchen with Graham, my husband, grumbling under his breath and Sean, my son, yawning every few seconds. I fed them breakfast, washed up and set more coffee before them; Graham glowered at me over his cup as though it was all my fault while Sean slumped half asleep in his chair. At seven, an hour earlier than usual, Graham. When I was dressed, I put my shoulder holster on out of habit and a light jacket to cover it with. When I went outside, I was immediately met by two fully battle dressed legionnaires and escorted to the beach where the boat was already waiting for me. I got in and after a quick trip to the cruiser, I entered the same door as before. Captain LeMeur met me and we immediately headed to the code room. This time we sat at a desk in the back corner away from all the chatter and noise. He pushed two. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch. Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back, the straps at her ankles pressing her shins flat to the floor. Joe ran his finger along the backs of her calves and she shuddered. He knew that the fronts of her feet - stretch as.