I told her that over and over for the rest of the day until I was sure that my words had sunk in.None of the dead men were carrying much in the way of...money, but they did have some things worth salvaging. I tied their horses to the back of the wagon and dragged the bodies out of the road. The scavengers would take care of them over the next couple of days, so there was no point in bothering with a burial. The wild hogs would probably have the bones cleaned before tomorrow morning.We had to. She turned back and ran inside, shutting the dooras if he would enter the house behind her.She was breathing hard, her heart pounding. She closed thedoor and drank a glass of water to relax her. For the whole day she kept onthinking about the black Negro. He was surely the ugliest man she had ever seenuufffffffff how dirty was he looking when he was squeazing his black uglynipples with his fingers and she thought. Might be the woman who would marryhim and will have to be under that ugly chest. Mary Goldfour could now simulate the apearance on the screen of a lovely Thai Beauty, as if in a video call linkup, down to the time difference in the background images- In fact, she had been playing with her identity, and had a stable of possibles- A cool blond with a Norse accent, a freckled redhead with an Irish lilt, an exotic looking Massai woman, tall and proud, firmly endowed, with a cultured Brittish accent- she could get quite inventive, and even had a few male personas as well- a. “Remember answer immediately and honestly, if you hesitate “ I waved the electric cattle prod close to her face and she shied slightly, “I will use this on you again and again”.“And… I am recording your answers, and if I find during these questionings that I will give you, your answers vary or alter, I will punish you” Again I gestured the prod.“Firstly remove your bra” I again waved the prod. She did so gingerly, keeping the removed bra in her hand.“Now pull your waistband up higher”. I.