Laying there, feeling sad and lonely at what had happened to her as well as sad memories of the past she'd forgotten about, she rose from her bed and ...stepped to the door. Dressed in a short nightdress and panties, which when she stretched would expose themselves to those interested in staring at them, she crept into the hallway.Looking down the long path to the far end, she saw a strip of light through the crack of Shay's bedroom door and a soft noise she couldn't quite place. Approaching it. We slept only a few hours during the night and we didn’t make any fire even if that meant that it was freezing cold and we could only eat some dried meat. At least there were some springs that we could use to get fresh water. We were back on track as soon as we could move without hurting ourselves.While hurting the alien beast had been the most important thing, the other important thing was that the beast didn’t know we were there. There had been no reason for it to believe that we would have. And the way guys have been looking at me today ... trying to work out if it really is me. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes. I could sense how much they wanted to fuck me. God in heaven, I’m horny. I need you, Gavin. I need you to throw me on the bed and fuck the living shit out of me.”Gavin groaned and bent over. “Shit,” he said. “I think it’s a bit late for that now.”Laura looked down at the lump in his pants. He pulled his jacket closed but was too slow. Laura saw a small wet. Thanking the Master for his knowledge, this slave begins the chronicle.Oneday, first day of Am, 7851Chronicle 7Master sits upon a leather chair, deep red in color. The room is one hundred forty four feet square. There are two bookcases made of solid cherry wood, each bookcase is filled with first editions. Biographies of humanity's greatest, sit next to classic works of fiction. Upon each bookcase rest artifacts from the Master's collection, glass orbs and pyramids, an antique clock, a ten inch.