‘When did YOU leave the party?’ she asked. Betty shrugged. ‘A little before midnight, I guess. I don’t know when the guys left … but one of ...them most certainly didn’t leave under his own power.’ ‘Because he was drunk?’ Cindy guessed. ‘Because I kicked him in the crotch so hard, his balls are probably in his lungs,’ she said acidly. ‘You did WHAT?’ ‘He hit me, the asshole. I told him that he’d better NEVER do that again … and of course, he did it again … slapped me right across the face. I had a. "There was a rather long pause then he said, "What are you going to do to me? Make me a slave?" That's up to you. The two Anguy were used so I could learn more about the procedure. I want to remove this conditioning, but only after it's studied. I don't like slaves." You would not make me a slave?" On my travels, I found a girl by the name of Matra. She was conditioned by the Church — " She should have been. You cannot have order if women are allowed to do as they wish. We have to take care of. Jack came by the house. He looked very depressed and I feared the worst. "Jim could you come help me a few minutes? I got my ole truck stuck to the frame in a mud hole and I need you to help pull it out. I wouldn't bother you knowing you just got back but Sandy is still at church." OK," I said. Let me tell Ann and get my boots."When we were out of sight of the house Jack looked at me and heaved a deep sigh. I could tell from the look on his face it was bad news. "Jim. There is an envelope in. “There’s only two other men in the keep that can do that as easily as you did. Or well… actually it’s just one now but in any case…”Without any further words the gatekeeper hollers an oral command to the gate winch operator, and the sounds of creaking rusty iron break the peaceful silence.A well worn dirt path slithers its way deep into the distant trees, and upon setting foot out of the gate the deep horizon of the forest revealed itself – stretching in either direction for as far as the eye.