Cyn answered for them. ‘Bring it out.’ she said. Les set up the board and the pieces, but left me to do the explaining. – ‘It’s called Sta...lag 15.’ I told them. ‘It’s a World War Two prisoner-of-war camp. We play the POWs, trying to escape, while the Nazis try to stop us.’ – ‘Zombies, and then Nazis.’ said Gerry, with a sigh. ‘What could be better?’ – ‘Nazi Zombies?’ suggested Max. We could try to arrange many small escapes, or to organize a really big one, a la ‘Great Escape’. As you might. Michael said we needed to start getting ready if we were going to beat the crowds. You never saw so many females get up and run to change.I looked at Mike and said, "You had better call your mother and tell her." I left him to talk on his cell phone and went to get ready myself.I was waiting in the den when the girls started filing in. There were so many bare midriffs and miniskirts, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Christina was probably the most conservative of the bunch. Tamara and. "I think she means, she wants you to wear it," Sandy replied and Terry gave a wry smile and left the room."Shall we get dressed?" Grace asked and Sandy nodded."Yeah," she muttered and, for the first time since Grace had known her, got up and put clothes on for breakfast. Grace was used to seeing Sandy naked, or with just a dressing gown or pyjamas on when in the flat that it seemed strange to see her with trousers and a T-shirt on, at least in their own property.Grace giggled when she saw. She said it was hilarious how all those lawyers and accountants and executives watched their friend "get bred," their fingers up their horny cunts, making snide remarks about what a slut Sandy was and how she was likely to get herself a black baby. Sandy had the last laughed, though, when a bunch of Leroy's friends burst in and her hypocritical girlfriends found themselves full of black cock, coming at the top of their lings before they knew what hit them. Before the night was over every woman.