Two of Shiply's men had been hit by arrows, but not so bad that they couldn't still fight. That was good, because those two men, one shot in the arm a...d the other shot in the leg, were not going anywhere until the arrows were removed.If the Comanches had dismounted and approached as infantry, they could have wiped out the Whites in short order, but the Comanches were too stubborn for that. A Comanche and his horse were a fighting unit and no self-respecting Comanche would step down from his. Her legs were still weak and rubbery from the fantastic fucking that her young student had given her.She hated herself for being so weak. It might - have been reaction from coming so many times. She doubted it. Liz knew that she should never have allowed Dan to get such a hold over her.She sighed and picked up her purse. Gathering together a pile of books and notes, she made her way down to the teachers' lounge. She desperately wanted to be alone and get her head straight on what was happening. Both girls had been morose and withdrawn with their Scythian foster mothers, until they met by chance on a picnic outing. Since that time they had been bright, cheerful, and remarkably childlike given that the two girls were nearing their twentieth birthdays.Pandora believed they were trying hard to live the innocent childhoods that had been stolen, and she indulged them rather more than some of the others sisters thought proper. Tonight, however, they would perform the final rite of passage. The prospect of the forthcoming fetish event with June and Cerys wasn’t helping either...As she squeezed herself into a seat behind one of the tables a slightly familiar voice said, “Hello,” and then after a pause, “It’s Allison Terry, isn’t it?”It took Allison a few moments to place the slim, rather handsome man who was speaking until she finally realised that it was Gordon. Uncertain how to respond, she said, “Err, yes, hello, Gordon.”She almost added, “I didn’t recognise you with your.