You reach out to Sandra

(me) :> Hey. You remember hearing that some conservative Jews don't text on their Sabbath, and you're not sure you'll even get a response. Your phone chirps back almost immediately.

(Sandra) :> Hi. Is everything OK? I guess that answers that question.

(me) :> Yeah, just wanted to check in. We had to end Rae's run kinda suddenly, so thought I'd reach out. This time there is a much longer pause.

(Sandra) :> Sorry about that, I hope you didn't mind me running off ... there is a pause as you see the 'Sandra is typing' message go on and off a couple times.

(Sandra) :> I can't help thinking about what might happen to Rae all alone in that dungeon cell.

(me) :> She'll be fine. This time the response came much quicker.

(Sandra) :> Really? I don't want to tell you how your world works, Stephen but she's almost completely naked, chained to the wall and you said it yourself - all the guards were watching her with lust-filled gazes as she undressed. This time it is you who has trouble finding the right words. Sandra is right of course, and after tour she was given of the other captives in the Overlord's dungeons, it is foolish to deny it. All the same, you don't want to come across as a total pervert.

(me) :> I'm sure Rae will have a lot of guards stopping to gawk, but they are too disciplined to try anything.

(Sandra) :> I guess, but remember how inexperienced and sheltered my cleric is. She was already mortified by how easily the bailiff was able to excite her with his fingers, and then when she saw all those helpless captives chained up and naked ... and now there are those rough men staring at her ... wanting her chaste young body ... even if they can't **** Rae because she's a virgin, there is so many other things they could do...

(me) :> Wow, that is way more than I was even thinking about. This is, of course, a complete bold-faced lie, as your recent wanking session made clear, but what else are you supposed to say? I guess if I were that kind of DM it could get a little rough for Rae, but don't worry, nothing like that happens to Rae. I promise.

(Sandra) :> OK Stephen, but it still doesn't help me stop thinking about it as I'm lying here on my bed trying to get to sleep. You stare at the screen, reading and rereading the text as you try not to picture the buxom brunette lying naked, facedown on her bed squirming with excitement. Your phone buzzes again and it looks like Sandra realizes she may have crossed a line.

(Sandra) :> Sorry. Forget I said that. Huh! there is NO way you are going to forget that.

(me) :> No worries, sometimes solo runs can get pretty intense, and I did kinda cross the line myself. Sorry about that. Sandra however refuses to accept your apology and her response comes immediately.

(Sandra) :> It was great, really. I'd like to do it again, maybe when we have more time and not in such a public space. Damn. That's a Hell of a hot invitation! If it weren't for the fact that you'd have to get by Vivian, you'd be heading over to her dorm room right now.