She crouched down in the boat, feeling sick to her stomach. If she could stay like this until the trip was over, maybe she could stand it. Why did she... ever want to come in here, she asked herself. She would give anything to be out in the bright sunlight with her friends. There was a rumbling sound in front of her. Then Veronica heard a sharp hit of metal against wood. She peeked from between her hands. It was the guillotine scene. A bloody head rolled from the victim's neck stump into a. Some litter had slipped out of the rusty green dumpster pushed against a wall, and there was barely enough space to get a compact car past it, though it dead-ended into another wall. As the sun set, though, and darkness crept across the city, the quiet, empty street met with some company; a handful of men arrived, ducking through the hole in the fence to mull around by the dumpster. More and more men arrived, until little by little, once night had fallen, there was a crowd of over a dozen men,. She ruled only for 3 short years. It was a period of much unrest throughout the land as nubile young daughters were scooped up in droves for the depraved pleasures of Queen Neferusobek's court.The indignant outcries and the rumble of evil laughter rang through the long halls of the palace each and every night of her reign. It was even rumored that the evil Queen enjoyed taking the final twist of the strangle cord for unfortunate dissenters. She had also taken a liking to performing the creation. ‘You are amazing. What is your name sir?’ ‘Leo McKenzie from West Dorset.’ Lucy cried, ‘Omigod, he’s the somewhat eccentric guy who promotes sustainable living.’ People turned to look at Leo and clapped. As the crowd began moving away Lucy came across to Leo and as she approach Leo admired her breasts. She smiled, ‘You’re staring Mr McKenzie.’ ‘I know but didn’t your mother preach to you anything you do is worth doing well?’ Lucy blushed and said she certainly did. Local media photographed.