Another pop sounded overhead, and again I felt a queer sort of twisting sensation inside me as I heard it. The firefly-type sparkles inside the semi-s...here were increasing in both size and frequency, so that they now appeared to be little glowing worms, appearing and wriggling for an instant in midair and then vanishing again.I looked at Lauren and she looked back at me, both of us sharing a feeling of dread. "Do you see them?" I asked her softly. She nodded, her face set."What are they?" she. "Oh, I'm not going to do it." She shook her head as Billy lifted his chin when Bess scraped down his thin throat several times and then up along the jaw line."Had a good razor, m'father's," the young man said after puffing out his cheek as he was told. "Lost m'pack an' everything in it when I got hit." He did not tell her that he had seen piles of bloody knapsacks and packs along with a tumbled mass of arms and legs behind the tent where his amputation took place.Bess handed Anne the razor and. The feeling in his loins translated into thoughts and thoughts into actions. He decided to have her. The girl backed away, her feminine instincts telling her to back away from a potential predator. But it was no use, he merely reached out and grabbed a tit. She watched in horror as his muscular hand began to mash her flesh hard through her thin blouse. She raised both her hands to stop him but they seemed to be pushing against wood. She whimpered as her tender glands were crushed beyond. .”“Miss Amy, please look at my nasty ass. I beg you, Miss Amy, to please look and see for yourself just how good Miss Laura is, but that my owner is still better with a belt.”She was so eager to please and trying so hard and got so confused that she was trying to make both Laura AND me as the best.I then added just a little bit more to her dilemma, “Do you see what I am doing to Miss Amy, piggy?”“Yes Sir. It looks like she really likes it, Sir.”“She does, piggy, she really does. If you can beg.