”They were well on their way to the next tribe when they were overtaken by a runner. The man stopped for a breather, and told them, “The north arm...y made a strike on the south army! The word is that they hit a regional headquarters camp, and caused devastation. The attackers didn’t even wait to mop up. It was as if they were on a hit and run mission, local experts say.”John, as spokesman, asked, “What made these people ‘experts’? Do they know more than you or me? I always take those stories with. I almost completely carried the zombie-like girl who was still too wasted to even realize who I was. When we entered my place the shower was going and Jessie met me carrying some of my baggy clothes that I’d told her to find in my drawers. “I started the shower for Suzy, but Patty jumped in for a quick rinse off. She should be almost done,” she explained as she helped me guide her drunken friend there.As we came in I said, “I’m sorry Patty, but Suzy is really going. The first few weeks were a real eye opener and I saw things that I’d never even imagined or seen on any video. There was even a basement where about 10 women were living in a dungeon area under the club. I was told they were all sent there by their husbands for sub training “under their own free” will for three to six months.The training was harsh, with whippings every evening and every kind of debauchery done to them. After the whippings, the dogs would be let in and all the slaves in training. .. how can you stop making those same excuses? How can you avoid being little bitches?"Cassidy was right. This was worth seeing. He had everyone in the auditorium listening. I glanced over at Brad, and he looked really nervous. I could tell this meant a lot to him. He was putting it all out there. That can be a scary thing."So just to rub salt in the wound, my father was nice enough to point out one last thing: if we don't fix this, we will be little bitches the rest of our lives! We're lucky.