” Jessica had traded the priest collar for his slave collar before they got out of the car and Francis was oozing apprehension.“What if someone fr...m the parish recognizes us?!?”Jessica sighed, stopping briefly and turning to him.“One of your 500 parishioners? In a city of 900,000? Here? In the middle of a week day? Chill, Frankie.”She yanked his leash more harshly, eager to get inside and complete her conquest of her newly minted slave. They walked up some crude concrete steps and slipped in. I got comfortable with the instrumentation and electronics. Most of the marinas and waterfront restaurants had free WiFi. I downloaded a ton of books to my kindle and also completed several more of the Coast Guard courses, including the ones on safety and weather. I made a note to see about getting an onboard internet system in the future. I wasn’t particularly going anywhere, but I found myself slowly moving South. It was getting close to the time for me to start my trip. I was a bit anxious. John is her 25-year-old son from a previous marriage. He had recently fallen on hard times and had moved in with us until he got his act and finances together."I'll try to make it closer to 4:30." I replied happily. We shared a lingering kiss and I headed for the door. Martha gave me a hard slap on my ass when I had my back turned toward her. I liked it!******It was 4:30 on the dot when I turned up the long driveway that led to our home. I was a little surprised to see the door to Martha's side. She had a syringe in her hand, with a pink plastic cap over the needle."I have a sedative here!" the nurse panted."Won't need it," one guard almost shouted. He waved a pair of handcuffs in her face, already out of the leather carrier he'd never removed them from before now. At least he'd never removed them for official reasons. "We can handle it." They saw three nurses huddled together in front of the door to the room they'd been dispatched to.The screaming suddenly stopped and a young woman.