She then gathered her belongings into her plastic bags and headed for the one place she truly thought she would be safe. I listened as she told me her... story then I asked if she were working. When she said she wasn't, I told her she could work for me. In truth, I am an independent carrier for a large Ohio newspaper. The work is easy, the pay is great and the hours are short. In fact, on the Saturday night/Sunday morning routes (the busiest of the week), it rarely takes more than three hours to. Messages will be fed to his subconscious mind that will render him quite submissive to you and harmless to anyone else, but capable of taking action at your command. He will more easily accept the full ramifications of his new life as a concubine this way, trust me. The subconscious mind is much easier to manipulate, since logic is disengaged and we can work on the emotions,” the AI broke its silence.“Very well, then, it’s time to find my pod, right?” Dan asked the AI and Jordan.“Correct. Here. Back to the story…..She had been allowing her tits to be seen more & more as the day went on. We were camped on the shore and I noticed the same boats passing more and more often. I figured they were getting a good view of her.One of the boats pulled up to our camp (she quickly covered up). It was three of her ex-husband’s friends who were fishing. She knew them for many years. I knew them from around town but never hung-out with them. Good guys as far as I knew.Of course we invited them to. I stood her up straight, hands on each arm, just below her shoulders and shook her a bit until she opened her eyes."Are you OK?" Yeah." Well, come one. Quit fooling around. We'll be late."The same bunch of girls was standing near the gate as yesterday when we left. Betsy Lou grabbed onto me like she was ready to fall over and needed to hold onto me for support as we walked past them.Everything went along as usual until lunchtime. I'd just gotten in line with my tray when Nancy Jo Biolofski cut.