Ruthie looked around at her bizarre surroundings. The cavernous chapel ... the organ music coming from somewhere in the background ... and all those o...ld white people just sitting quietly ... sort of gave her the creeps. Mike handed her a church program and in a hushed voice explained to her how the service worked, that it would last exactly 55 minutes, it would have three hymns, the reciting of the Lord's Prayer, and the sermon. Ruthie looked at the strange document in her hands, bewildered. Once the car started, the cool night wind whipped what little dress she had so that she was pretty uncovered almost to her crotch."Unbutton the top a little; hon." The evil leader in the front seat whispered. Sandy refused to acknowledge him. There were cars alongside them. "You can fucking unbutton it yourself or we'll fucking rip it off of you and you can go into the hotel with a whole lot more showing than if you do it yourself."Sandy was ready to jump, but focused her mind on what might. Cwen was perhaps the prettiest girl in the entire town. She was tall and had long golden cornsilk hair, but she was much prettier and far kinder a person than Melenna had ever been. She was the daughter of the Hayward, the man assigned by Baron Hamworth to tend to all of his many hay fields in the valley. She had been a year behind me in school and she could do accounts and sums with the best of the boys, and certainly better than I ever could. There had been a rumor that my father had. Of course, I'm not horny either. Starving, but not horny."Steve smiled, then changed the subject. "Anyone interested in showering with me? Free back rubs, and I wash hair and massage scalps."He got two eager acceptances, so he let them take care of their toilet needs, then the three of them climbed into the shower. He resisted the temptation to bend either of them over and plunge their depths, but he did cop quite a few feels while he washed their backs and hair. They in turn brushed against.