I remember seeing a dog coming toward us, running free. I think I turned to point the dog out to you Becky, and then... Then... Then what? I have a di...m memory of a vibration. My feet vibrating. Not like an earthquake, much faster, like standing on a tuning fork. And then... Nothing... Well, not quite nothing... I have vague memories of clicking noises..." What?" Trying to awake. Being driven almost awake by clicking noises and not quite making it. I don't know... It could just be my. "Do you know why you're being punished?" I asked when she stepped closer and I wrapped my arms around her."Yes, sir, because I was being a brat and threw a little tantrum in public." Her face lit up with pink again no doubt remembering the embarrassing punishment I threatened her with in the store."Good girl. Bend over the couch arm." She did quickly. Her arms stretched out across the couch, and her skirt rose up a bit showing off more of her thighs. The first few swats with my hand through her. Trying to be so quiet made me aware of the other sounds in the room, and suddenly I realised that Matt’s breathing was different too – had he woken up? I paused with my fingers up inside me, and held my breath. As I lay as still as I could, I could hear a rhythmic rustling. He was trying to be quiet, but it was obvious – he was having a wank! I stopped my own diddling to listen to the steady swish of his hand against the sheets. I bet I knew what was in his mind – or rather who. What exactly. He knew that camouflage aside, some people knew of their presence. Some of their friends even knew that they raised a little livestock."As I have said before," he continued, looking at her downcast face. "That our long-term survival depends on our silence, and our ability to hide." He took a deep breath, not wanting to say what he intended to next, but felt that anything but the truth would just be a waste of words. They deserved to know the truth"I do not know what is really going on with the.