He is quite immune to all these d**gs as are we. For that matter anyone of his slaves with the permanent imprinting is immune to these lesser d**gs' v...arious effects."Diana smiled as she said, "You're quite well informed, Jennifer. That will be very helpful to our master."I glanced at her with some concern, but the tone wasn't sarcastic and her expression was serene. Jennifer, taking no offense at all, smiled as she replied, "Yes Diana, Otto told me simply everything about everything. The d**gs. ” I single-hand this thing. Most of the time I tie to the bank by looping long lines from the boat, around a tree or a piling, and back to the boat. All I have to do is untie one end at the boat and pull it aboard. A pushpole I keep stored on hooks on the cabin wall came into play as I pushed the bow of the boat away from the shore.I put the transmission into forward gear and we eased out into the river, engine still at idle.I turned to Gee. “We can do this from down here or get up on the upper. “So you want a job,” I said thoughtfully.“I do,” she answered looking me straight in the eye.“Do you have a license?”“You have to work three years before you can get an agency license. I’ve served two under Lars,” she answered.“I meant a driver’s license,” I said. You needn’t have been around the block a few times for me to be interested, but you do need a license.“Oh, of course.”“Good. As soon as I can get out of here, your first job is to drive Maizie and me back to Seattle. I’m not leaving. For some reason, Georgie had turned from a sex bomb in bed to, well, a once-a-week-if-I-was-lucky type wife. This had happened a couple of times before during our marriage. In the past it had only lasted a couple of months at a time; but this time it was a lot longer. Actually since just before Georgie had started going out on Roger's boat with the kids."How often does Roger go out on the boat then, Betty?" Oh, two or three times a week. I'm glad Georgie likes the boat though. One day a week is.