Their bodies pressed harder against each other and their arms held the other tighter as the kiss went on. When they parted they were both a little flu...shed and they laughed. “You didn’t forget how, then! Can we do that again, please?” Jean said. They did, and it was better than the first time.“I, er, think I need that drink now!” Tom exclaimed. Jean chuckled: “Mmm, but I wouldn’t mind a replay, later!”In the small but well cared for rear garden area, Tom had a table with two built-in bench seats. It was wonderfulCertainly our love making, our fucking, had been physical and intense. My god, but it had been physical! I lay back and enjoyed the tired feeling, letting my fingers slip into my slit and feel the remainder of George's warm, copious sperm trickling from my vagina. George had left a large spot on the sheet, enlarged now as I sat up and more of him poured from my body to add to the mark. I decided to sleep with it until morning.I walked carefully to the bathroom and cleaned myself. We continued up the avenue until we reached a raised platform that had been erected on a grassy spot a few dozen yards off the street. Liz Smith was standing on that platform, along with a handful of other men and women. Everyone on the stage was dressed formally; including a man dressed in a military uniform with a star on his collar.Lieutenant Deming halted us in front of the stage and confirmed my suspicions by reporting to the uniformed man. The man on the stage directed Deming to 'take his. Lacie gasped, hearing Master as he whispered to her. ‘We’re looking, Lacie. Don’t give up. We’ll find you. We’ll bring you home.’ ‘I can’t…’ Lacie murmured to the empty cell. ‘It hurts… it all hurts.’ Lacie felt gentle fingertips against her face. Trembling, Lacie leaned into the ghostly feeling. She didn’t dare open her eyes, or her wonderful illusion might vanish. She wanted nothing more than to see his warm grey eyes again, but Lacie knew she couldn’t take it if she lost him again. Her mind.