I was in the car with my Master going home from work. This was one of those times where silence was required. Master sets this scenario by turning off the radio and giving me a certain look.
I know the rule and do not initiate conversation. When Master says something or ask a question I am to give a response only relating to the topic he has opened for discussion.
Today I sat quietly watching the country side go by and became aware of the fact that I was actually being hurled through space and time at 60 miles an hour. My imagination took over and I became sexually stimulated by the forward propulsion of the cars acceleration then braking, then acceleration again.
Master looked at me after awhile and began to laugh. He said, "Little One only you can look so sexy and excited just riding in a car." My response was , "Master it is not just a car but a time machine. I am excited because you take me speeding through space!