She pointed towards a church spire not far ahead. “That’s our stop tonight - Hasebury Under Whittonbank,” she announced to Allison, her stoker a...nd co-driver.“I’ll tell them,” Allison said and stepped out of the cab, edging her way back around the traction engine’s coal bunker, swinging from one of the barley-sugar twist brass pillars that held up the engine’s canopy. Jane watched her go – she was as impressed by her agility as by her strength with the shovel. Allison sprang across the coupling. “No Hun I just wanted to talk to you about today before we went inside.” Jack responded, setting the small bag on the ground and stepping towards Lauren. She was speechless, not knowing what he had planned to say or do. He picked her up by the waist and gave her a long passionate kiss. She was confused at the sudden romanticism, because she had completely forgotten it was their anniversary. “Happy anniversary Lauren.” Jack’s words felt like ice as inside she completely lost it. Not having. Nobody drinks alcohol or does drugs unless Mistress Betty or Master Justin gives permission. “That includes prescription pills or things you found on the ground!”3. ALL males are Sir today. ALL females are Ma’am today. There will be no Master/Mistress titles used within the park.4. Be within Master or Mistresses sight at all times unless you have permission.5. Be respectful, courteous and have fun. Don’t be catty, selfish or trifling. Speech restrictions are lifted if someone appears to want to. “It sounded like it too,” I told her. “Was he as good as Steve? As Mitch?” “Yes! No! I don’t know! I wasn’t taking notes, Cucky-Boy! It’s impossible to tell. I was so caught up in the whole Julia Roberts ‘hooker’ thing that it all became a blur.” She winced. “Are you sore?” I frowned. She blushed and looked awkward. “What’s the matter?” I asked. There was a pause. “You’ll find there’s an extra eighty pounds in that pile,” she told me, nodding at the wad of bank notes still in my hand. “What?.