” Cindy walks into the room.“Miss Mancini, Miss Peterson was just talking about you. She says you want to come and play some games with us this ev...ening.”Cindy says “I don’t know. Mandy said some pretty wild things. She told me that you can do … things … that I should try out.”“Dear Miss Mancini, I can give you the best time of your life. Do you want that?”Cindy nods slowly.“Then come with us.” Scene changes and they’re in Heather’s living room. “Cindy, you’re here because you want to be. But. "She did not want to but did because I was her new leader at least for a while. She took a thin reed about thirty centimetres long and with a twist and a mental command it popped out to almost two metres. A string with loops at both ends was produced and the bow commanded to bend so the string could be attached. This was so easy one of the children could do it provided they had the mental ability to send the commands. The arrows were produced and they lengthened too till a length for this sized. Her quest to find a suitor proved to be a rocky path that was littered with weirdoes and arseholes as far as Annette was concerned. All the good men seemed to be taken and Annette was damned sure she wasn't going to go for a married man. She had been on the receiving end of that little game, and the thought of putting another woman through the same pain that she'd endured was unthinkable.James was still hovering in the background, but the date Annette had been on the night of the fated. “Little child-molesting faggot!” I yelled, smacking him in the face. “You wanna do that shit to little kids, nigga? You wanna do that shit to ME, motherfucka?!”“I-I-I d-don’t know w-what—”“The fuck you don’t!” I snapped, throwing a haymaker down into his head. “Nine years old, nigga? NINE YEARS OLD?! MY DAD TRUSTED YOU, MY BROTHER TRUSTED YOU, I TRUSTED YOU!”I slammed his head against the edge of the bed and he went down, totally dazed.“You’re about to find out what happens to little punks like.