I just give advice as I see it.”“Thought so. Be careful, I want her to grow up knowing her Dad,” she replied and then kissed me.“I’ll do my ...very best, my love.”“See that you do.”“At the moment we need the Empress to be an Empress, not someone afraid of her own subjects,” I explained.“Ah, you mean to cure the Empress and the Empire?”“In a sense.”“Good, you’re the best Cure out there.”“I may not succeed.”“At least you’ll try.”“Yes, at least I’ll try,” I replied and kissed her. It hadbetter be, since you'll be punished if you don't get it right. Nowleave immediately!"We were obviously back to Master/Slave - and I was deliriouswith excitement, again. I regretfully let go of his cock and stoodup, walking toward the rear of the restaurant, looking for the restrooms. When I found the Ladies' Room, I sat down immediately andurinated - I had been holding it in for quite a while, and it hadstarted to get uncomfortable in the last few minutes. It was arelief to be able to. John Hamish Watson, M.D. Part 8 – Flashback: Chain of Events Saigon, South Viet Nam, early 1973. Navy Corpsman Leonard R. Cordell walked into the office and stopped in front of the desk, rendering a crisp salute. ‘At ease, Corpsman.’ said the four-star Army General behind the desk. ‘The report of every soldier is that you went back and got your Captain while under enemy fire, and evacuated him to safety. That’s damn brave, son.’ ‘Not as brave as he was, General.’ said Cordell. ‘Is he all. Calm. Peace. Rest. Silence. “Do you mind if I join you?” “Yes.” My answer is instant; no need for consideration, no need to flick my eyes away from the joy of my utterly addictive foot, no need to contemplate the shadowy form that has given birth to those words. Yes, I do mind. No, I don’t want company. Go away. Leave me alone. Let me be. “Ohhhhh, I’m …” Then the words become stuck; and there is just enough of “I know not what” contained within that “Ohhhhh” to make me lift my head and.