I instinctively obeyed and sunk into a kneeling position in front of my wife. She took one small step toward me and left the phallus dangling in front...of me. I stared at it a second and then looked up at her. She smiled at me and then said, “You know what to do, slut. Don’t make me tell you.”I reached out slowly, grabbed her “penis” and opened my mouth. The strap-on slid across my tongue and I closed my lips.“Oh yeah, baby, that feels soooo good,” she said, repeating what I said the few times. We were almost out of the city before long and all but the handful of people headed out to my suburban community home remained.There were two stops to go, though, before we pulled out on to the four lane and continued on without stopping until we reached the little bedroom community I called home.It was the next to the last stop the woman got on the bus. She was alone at the stop and waved the driver to a stop as she stepped out to the curb. She seemed anxious to catch the ride, I thought. I. It was warned when it was still ten miles away. Ten seconds later, it no longer existed. I didn’t see a missile trail or hear any rounds hitting the drone from its camera microphone. One second it was there and transmitting, then the next it didn’t seem to exist. Even so, I should have been able to get a decent view of the area with the video system zoomed in, but the transmitted video of the entire mountain is too blurry to be of any use. The same thing from Google Earth — just a blurry view. “No reason, except this side’s already been watered . . . “ I educated her. It took a while for the message to sink past her sleepiness, then she slowly smiled in acknowledgement.“You miserable fucker,” she growled, but with a soft and gentle tone to her voice, “pissing all over a girl’s hiding spot. It’s a good thing I don’t have to take a dump, isn’t it?” I could hear the laughter in her voice, and the implied intimacy felt good in my gut.While waiting for Linda to jump back into the truck, I.