"And how are things going here?" Very well, so far. We have sent four hundred or so on ahead to the base of the trail in groups of about fifty each. A...ll of the men, the older women, and the children have gone. We have about six hundred and fifty women left here, plus the hundred or so out with Nurm. These should all be pretty good fighters by now, since I've kept up the training program that Nurm started. By the way, you didn't run across Riggan's trail on your way back, did you?" No. Why,. I could see where the panties were one of her older pair,worn with tears in the top of her elastic waistband,further humiliating her. The skirt was now being tuggedoff by several pairs of hands, past her thick, butshapely white thighs. Debbie stood there now in only herinsufficient plain white cotton bra, torn panties, andher queen size pantyhose with the torn knee where she hadfallen."Let them big fuckers out man!" the chubby Mexican yelledto the big black teenager. "Fuck yeah!" a skinny. "You... you no fake." Michiko said."You would prefer I were a charlatain?" Aluicius asked. "A mere illusionist? Someone for the Masked Magician to debunk on national television? I'm always disappointed by such characters. There's nothing to them, no substance, only parlor tricks I could outdo on my worst day." He gestured, and her spread-eagle posture became something more like military attention. "My dear, look at you, you're so tense. Relax. Sleep." He touched her forehead, and her eyes. Pete put his newspaper copy onto the table and all five boys got glued into it. Pete turned the page for them where they can read the full article. The full article was two pages long. While the rest of the guys tried reading from the little bits of word imprints, Charles took a glimpse at the victim's photo. The photo of Jenna. Jenna was a pale redhead, dressed up like some kind of Goth or Wicca practitioner."Hey doesn't this remind you guys of what we did to Ivy??" Alex spoke like an.