She went rigid in her chains and drew a great breath. The Captain’s Wife span around and swung her whip with great force onto Marie-Claude's arse, r...aising an ugly, red welt. The Greek made another cut over his last and blood started where the lines crossed. Marie-Claude cried out pitifully for mercy and the blows fell all the harder. Cane and leather beat her freckled skin from calf to shoulder while she screamed and howled. After one particularly resounding smack of Vadim’s single-tailed whip. Soon most had retreated taking their own casualties with them. It was just in time as Atlanta's death ray started losing power. She slammed the charger into the handle of her gun and drew Valerie's. All three made sure that no one would reach from the heavy brush to drag the knocked out woman with them. Jackson hoisted Valerie over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her with ease as they made their escape to the inner lands while the Dakins were feasting on the ones that were. Me bhai ko samjha rhi thi ki tum roz din bhar kaha rehte ho humlog tumhari kitni chinta karte h lekin bhai ko meri en baato ka koi asar nhi ho rha tha,woh to jaise meri bari bari ass ki golae ko sehlane me laga hua tha.Bhai k es tarah meri ass ko sehlane se mujhe dhire dhire masti aane laga tha,to me bhi esi tarah bhai ko roke bina baate karne lagi aur bhai meri ass ki golae ko sehla rha tha.Ab me khud ko rok na saki aur bhai k kandhe ko pakad k sonu ki god me beth gae.Meri es tarah bhai ki god. How we make those is immaterial, as we will be singing from the same hymnbook. Sherri, this is not personal, this purely political." Maureen..."Maureen just turned her head to look at the woman she considered her fellow wife and who, she held dear."I would like a wives and hangers on meeting tonight, without this devious, Machiavellian prick's input, and we'll talk it out. I know you all love him, I fucking love him, but I want the group Sisters' political points of view." The two of them got.