A raid's primary weapon is surprise--the idea is to know all about the enemy while keeping the target ignorant that anything is happening."No radar fr...om the flying club detected," Dot, one of Hank Dalton's slave intelligence system operators, told the Capitallian federal officer standing beside her. "Communications not detected. We do have some bleed-over from the Pensacola Regional Airport and from Elgin Air Base air traffic control radars, but we're out of range of their positive control. True, it was just plastic and didn't have much pull, but I talked the sales lady into letting me try it anyway. It must have been a slow day because she didn't hesitate too long before letting me untie it. The suction cups at the end of the arrows didn't stick, but it shot straight enough for me to be convinced that Billy would love it.Which he did. I hadn't wanted to stay for dinner at his grandmother's place that Thursday, but Billy's exuberance kept us shooting at targets in her backyard. She seemed very angry at me and by the high pitch of her voice I could tell that she was close to tears."Well you know that my bed is too small for the both of us, why don't you go into your own bed if you don't like it here." I will tell mother what you were trying to do if you ever try this again." She was in tear now."Fine with me. Mother will probably want to know what you were doing here in the first place. Remember you are the one that is in the wrong bed, not me."There was more crying. ..I was getting aroused! Fortunately the special spray that Michelle had spritzed on my cockie was keeping me tiny and hidden.My breasts were being touched as well. Every arm around my waist seemed to creep up and slip under my loose top. My nipples were on fire, hard and tingly from the surreptitious teasing from male fingers.God, I was on fire. Sexually on fire, on heat so to speak!I had to escape and get my wits back. Where to! How! In the briefest moment with no male arm around my waist, I.