She nodded, then took a deep breath. “They have helmet technology – from that casino, Atlantis. They have a good-sized army, and have control of a...ll the missiles silos all over the country. They know about us and about the force field around the front gate. They also know about the spaceship.“This boy wanted to incorporate us into their Confederacy,” she continued. “But their leaders don’t think we’d cooperate and plan to force us to give them our technology and our ship.”“Force us?” Jake. "You'll be able to pick out a horse and get your stuff reloaded into the saddle bags."The last time I had been here, I had seen a big log building going up on the other side of the horse barn from the house, and it looked pretty much finished on the outside now, though you could tell that things were still being done on the outside due to all the tools cords laying around it.I had the feeling Mr. Porter was planning on running some sort of dude ranch or other tourist operation. The old me. Perhaps he has a deep seated desire to be dominated, I recalled readingthe story of a senior judge who enjoyed being dressed in a gymslip andcaned.Did Chris crave something along these lines or was he interested in beingdressed as a two year girl and breast fed like the bank manager from anearby town. Then there was a distinguished general who paid to spend hisevening dressed as a French Maid and working in brothel. I imagine thatthese men kept their desires well hidden from those around. Of course it probably didn’t hurt anything that their spot in the play offs had been secured three games ago and most of the guys who were playing tonight had literally been benched the for most of the season. The only reason they were out now was to give the first string a chance to rest and so the third and fourth would get a little chance to shine. Velvet was fresh from the shower still smelling faintly of her jasmine shampoo. It was a rare glimpse of her dressed modestly in a pair of baggy.