That got everyone but Thomas in a uniform. He was shorter than the guards. The BDUs wouldn't fit.The office staff started trickling in by ones and two...s. Linda kept a watch out to see who drove what. By nine fifteen they stopped rolling in. Linda had identified the owners of two white vans. One had windows like a small school bus. The other was a panel van. That was the one we decided to take. Joe, Linda and Thomas stripped several of the mattresses from the secured beds we'd been strapped to. Because I had noticed, I also saw when Marci reached in and took over for him, more than happy to give him a helping hand. It was an indication, I figured, of how horny she still was, doing that with Michael standing right there.He noticed too, I saw, and sort of rolled his eyes, but because Alli was fondling him he really couldn’t say much about it. From behind her, I hadn’t realized that she was doing that either, but now, looking more closely, I could see her shoulder moving rhythmically as. There are rules. They both know the rules. But that is all they know of one another. He is hands. Hands and soft whispers.She is flesh. Flesh that becomes sensation beneath his hands.All she is now, is sensation.Beneath his hands, sensation exists to become pleasure.And she transforms beneath his hands. And what of his pleasure? It also comes through his hands. He needs to touch.He hands are the conduit, and in this room, his hands create pleasure for them both. It flows from his hands into her. No more technology.Mahmoud was dressed as some Sultan from Baghdad. All his staff were dressed as how his staff would have been dressed during the Golden Age of Islam.Right in front of him were his Arab subjects. Some Arab men stood by him as advisers and counsellors."I want to make a new proposal," Mahmoud telling his counsellors. "All the Israeli civilians are to be striped of their rights. Not their military. The civilians. They are to be given off as slaves throughout my empire. From Egypt.