I came and sat beside her on a stump as she and her younger sister rested between songs, hands primly in their laps and bonnets on their yellowish hea...s. I introduced myself and offered her my hand."You cain't help us," she said in an upcountry accent. "Nobody can." You in trouble?" I asked as her young sister watched us curiously.The girl nodded. "Bad trouble," she said. "He's poking Ginny aw'ready and says I'm next. Then he says he's gonna sell Martha's cherry and poke her too." Doesn't sound. This being the case Melody, wasn?t taking any chances though, she knew John would be too ashamed to stray, but more to humiliate him than anything she insisted on an extra methods to keep him under control. She insisted that all times he was fitted with a CB3000 male chastity device.John hated wearing the cock restraint more than anything; it was like a form of torture.Although he was tiny, he?d always loved playing with himself, sometimes 3 or 4 times a day.?Why do I have to wear this thing. .. difficult to know what they'd fetch.'We fixed up an evening for the three of us to go to the house in Jeremy's van. The passenger seat was just large enough for two. I sat in the middle, unable to move further towards Jeremy because of the handbrake, and trying not to lean too hard on Dale when we cornered. Jeremy talked all the time about how he admired people who did socially valuable jobs in the National Health Service, about how demanding the work must be, and how generally underrated. There had been no such issue for some time, and there had been legitimate doubt that anything could coalesce unified, meaningful opposition to the ruling Democrats.Molly and Curt just wanted to see the Program stop hurting kids. Both were intelligent enough to understand what their little personal rebellion had grown into. Without talking about it to each other, both hoped that the original objective of killing the Program did not get lost in some larger political upheaval.Thursday afternoon's.