This was wartime ... and not in combat (the Home Front). Ammo was signed for, Browning barrels signed for and notations of the condition of the return...d ... noted by a private, initialed by a corporal and checked by a Supply Sergeant.Check it out ... check it in. Behind every signature was an officious asshole who was doing his best to NOT sign for it. Convince me!The records were there ... the accountant had to find them ... and I didn’t take his word for shit!Take the machine-guns for an. And so it has proved. To this day you will not find a womanbetween the ages of 15 and 35 living within the town boundaries. As youprobably now realise, the pub you patronise, the Hag and Besom, isnamed in memory of that terrible night when Alice was burned at thestake."Arthur finished his tale and took a deep draught of the wine he hadpoured for himself and Steve. All through the narration Steve had sattransfixed. Surely this couldn't be true? But he had certainly neverseen any young women in. Then he got out a bean and popped it in his mouth. He bit down on it savagely.He’d show Harmony what pushing him around would get her.Harmony hit the bed and bounced, wincing as her tender buttocks landed on the golden egg. The discomfort disappeared, though, as she bounced again, and Jack jumped on top of her, roughly forcing her legs apart. She laughed gaily. She liked it when Jack was forceful. Then his lips were on hers, and his tongue was invading her mouth. She felt and tasted bits of the. ”“Sis, I just had a great idea. Tomorrow night, we should have Tom prepare us a great meal and repeat these amazing massages.”Connie may have only been thinking about herself when she quickly agreed.For the next week, this became the nightly routine. Tom would plan and prepare the best meals that he possibly could, followed by a lengthy massage for each of us. He also cleaned the kitchen after dinner. I suggested that he start doing some laundry every evening as well.The night before Tom was.