I hear no sound, no snapping of twigs underfoot, but I feel my Master's presence. My Master has come back for me. He loves me.I say nothing as fingers... stroke my hair. I rub my cheek against the invisible hand, wanting him. A fingernail scrapes lightly across my chest, I feel the gentle pinch of my nipple, the wetness between my legs. I am thankful as the unseen hand follows a path down my belly, between my widespread knees to my vagina, shaved bare as my Master had wished.My Master's fingers. "You mean they can overhear you?" the sociologist asked in a milder tone."He thinks it's possible."In fact Igwanda was considerably less concerned about that than he had been. Many of the battles in which he'd participated back on Earth had taken place in bucolic settings similar to the pavilion meadow, and he had become adept at reading the mute language of nature. Almost as soon as he awakened he observed the slightly crushed foliage the eavesdropping native had left in his wake. It told him. There was a long pause. "Oh shit! If that was the wife of a popular cop." Exactly," I said finishing my father's forming thought. "Mike and the rest of his gang had to flee the state. Last I heard Mike was in Chicago." Fine," Father growled. "I guess you can still help me. Do you know Vince Reed?" He's the head of the union local for the stagehands. What do you need for him to do?" I asked."He knows a couple of tour promoters. I need one of the promoters to organize a pair of tours for some. He looked at his aunt, still feeling a little embarrassed but not as much as before. "Oh, it's no problem." she assured him with a smile. "I only wish that I'd never lost track of the thing." Then with a sigh, she asked "Do your parents know?" Scott shook his head violently, "No way. I had to sneak out of the house." Aunt Nancy nodded. "I'd better give them a call then and let them know that you'll be staying the rest of the night with me. I don't want them to worry." "Thanks Aunt Nancy.".