“You kids stop that. I’m calling the police. Get out of here”. The farmer was beating on the roof of the car and screaming at us. His reddene...d face was just inches from mine as he stared in the rear window. “David” I yelled. “Get out of here!” I was terrified. David hit the starter, slammed it into gear and took off across the rutted field. Melody and my naked bodies were on the floor one second and bouncing off the roof the next. We were trying to dress and getting thrown violently around. "Whatever pleases you, Master," was her reply.I was tempted to switch over to ESPN, but I know that she really hates to watch obscure sports events with me, so instead I flipped the channel to a game show that we both enjoy. She smiled and said "mmmmm" as she snuggled more tightly against me. Evidently she knew that I was giving this to her as my gift.We silently watched TV together until the game show was over and then I suggested, "Why don't we just go to bed early tonight?"Sandy answered,. . . I don'tknow! Fuck . . . all that matters now is that dad's updated Willnever made it into "The Bureau" for storage . . . this outdatedversion is all that fucking matters now! I buried my head in mypillow, deep in despair. A few moments later, the sound of myalarm clock shook me out of it. I glanced over at the clock. "Shit!Gotta get over to the base. I've got to snap out of this. I've got a`prep briefing' for an upcoming mission in a couple of days." Andthen it hit me like a ton of. My boots thudded on the trampled grass. The air whooshed behind me. A wind swept over me. The ground rumbled beneath my feet. I tripped, sprawling hard and rolling as sprays of dirt flew over me.Heezzz-heezzz-heezzz. “Did you trip and fall, little man?”A shadow fell on me.“Las’s putrid cock!” I snarled and rolled to the side, crashing into the base of the stockade. The branch-like arm slammed into the dirt where I had lay. The force of the blow sent a hard gust of wind sweeping over me,.