" He did." I turned and walked into the Forbidden Territory, the girls' locker room. It mostly looked like a mirror image of the boys'. The biggest di...ference was the showers. They were divided up into individual stalls instead of the open layout on the boys' side. There were curtain rods, but no shower curtains. I assumed they had been removed due to the Program. Other than that, there were a couple of vending machines on the wall and an odd looking, lidded trash can with a foot pedal. I found. And that's in spite of the fact that at least twenty strokes must be in our cunts."Karla gasped in horror. "Please tell me you're kidding!" she exclaimed. "You can't be serious!" I'm very serious, unfortunately," Connie continued. "You see, Paula Wilhelm ran the whole process. She even had Connie Klaus and Jane Constan there so we could see what it looks like. They each accepted 75 lashes a short time ago, and their whip cuts have only just scabbed over. But when I asked Connie if she would do. “Good day,” David said pleasantly.The older man nodded. “Good day. I’m told you sell horses. Can I buy some?” said with a guttural accent.“I do,” David replied. “Come inside and we’ll discuss what you want.”The man looked at David before replying, “You may as well know that we’re Boers that didn’t surrender to you British.”David smiled. “I guessed as much from your appearance,” he said pleasantly.“So you still will sell some to us?” he asked dismounting and following David into the house.“My. They seemed to change depending on the direction the light hit them in pictures, and she tilted her head and turned it to the side, keeping his gaze, looking for that color change. None of this was a conscious decision of course. She just did it, and then she felt silly for having done it when she realized. A blush joined her flush when he tilted his head to meet hers, and the increase in her reddening response to his presence reminded her of her original cause for changing color… stockings. .