All in all, we came to the conclusionthat she had proven herself to be worthyof being brought into your presence,so, after letting her rest a day and ...a night,that she might gain strength for the walk,on this morning, the third after she arrived,we blindfolded her and gagged her mouth with a cloth,which, as the blindfold, and most of the cloth we use,was woven from the hair of female captives and meat girls,all parts of their bodies being useful to usin life as in death,and we bound her wrists. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I told him my tent location.In the middle of the night I heard the tent zipper go up and he was standing there. He put his hand over my mouth a said, “You sure you. I didn’t mind, but the past year had been very adventurous thanks to Ashleigh. It was the anniversary week of Ashleigh and I’s first night together, and I was working in the online pickup department. They were short-staffed that week, and I was helping for a few days.One of the ‘pickers’ (picked the items ordered off the shelves) over in the department was Shelby. She was cousins with Victoria (from Victoria: I’m 19 Now), and she was nine days younger than her. Their mothers are sisters, so. Josh rolled over and reached for the wand, but it wasn’t there. He sat up, and began looking around frantically for it.“What’s wrong?” Lara asked him.“Uh, can you see a wooden stick with weird symbols on it anywhere?” Josh asked her.“No, why?”“Uh ... nothing. Listen, you just go back to sleep, I’ll be back later, okay?”“I’ll be waiting,” Lara said, kissing him, before snuggling back under the covers.This was bad, this was very bad. He needed the wand. At the very least, he didn’t want to have.