So when I got home, I called and talked to this nice woman who said she could come over in a regular car and meet us.About 10 minutes later, there was... a knock on the door and the nice woman, Sergeant Hopkins came in. After telling her most of the story, she asked both of us to strip and examined our beaten and bruised body. My breast had returned to their normal size but were almost purple from the bruising. We told her everything, but I left out the website information. I know it’s illegal for. That ought to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget. I started unpacking and organizing everything.I did the best I could, considering that a real Renaissance woman would have required the assistance of two or three maids to get everything right. At least I wouldn't need to pad my chest. The hardest part was the corset. I sat down on the floor and I tied the laces around the frame of the bed and pulled myself forward as hard as I could. When I couldn't take a decent breath without the room. Once we got back to the barracks, we had to make way for the men assigned to remove the bodies. At a desk in the office upstairs held a drawer filled with paper to go with the inkwell that was affixed to the left corner of the desk. I gestured to Chandra to sit and write a missive to her father. She shook her head no and I was surprised. Angry too. I was still angry. That made me stop and think.Calm.I needed to calm down. "Why am I so mad?" I said to myself.Chandra just looked. This was a quiet neighborhood along some high mountain forest that was open to anybody who wanted to use it. Occasionally she would even see some wildlife during her jogs. Deer, coyotes, she even saw a few mountain goats that came down to graze in the woods. But normally she would pass by families talking walks with the kids, or owners walking their dogs, and even a few strays were spotted but they didn't seem to present any danger to anybody. Or like her, others who enjoyed the natural beauty.