I thought the world of the girl. My hands uncoupled from my armpits and I sat next to her on the upturned sledge we used as a bench. I draped one arm ...round the massive, padded shoulders of her arctic coat and idly wondered if she’d even realise it was there. Our heads rested together in silence. We stared into the fire, inviting its warmth into our souls. One monstrous gust of wind tore through our camp. The fire sparked and crackled, leaping towards us and swirling. The only semblance of. ..”“Butterflies!” burst Rachel.“Yes, for the most part. But moths and botanical items, too. But what the education folks did was get some animators to work on projections of a number of the 600 watercolours, bringing the sisters’ art to life. [From the 1850s, sisters Helena and Harriet Scott collected, studied and drew the butterflies and botany of New South Wales in precise detail. Together they produced an archive of more than 600 intricate and beautiful paintings and drawings. These formed. Her name was Laya Bounxouei. She was beautiful, she was young (only twentythree), and she was smart. She was a university graduate who had a good education from a Laotian high school. Her father was a surgeon, her mother a nurse. She was interested in finding an American man. I started chatting with her, and we got along great. She was fluent in English. Did I mention she was beautiful? She was tall for a Laotian gal, 5'3, with long black hair, dark eyes and light, honey-brown skin. Petite, but. Maybe my plan will work after all. I'd learn a lot about these toys, and I'd already gained a gag from the ordeal... What? No, Jesus, stop thinking like that. Then another thought enters my head that if I do manage to tell them that this isn't the promotion...they won't care, and then I really will be gang ****d."This is so great. I've always wanted to strip a tied up girl," the man tells me as if it is a confession. Then I feel my sweater being lifted up and again all I do is whimper. My.