"Well with men being what they are, there was a lot of opposition," she said curtly. "There was no way that they wanted women doing anything in magic ...ther than prancing around in skimpy costumes and posing to make them look clever. Now one of what used to be their own was betraying them - he had changed to the other side and now wanted to run the whole show - where would it ever end, they thought"!"Well they thought they would all get some good PR if the two opposing factions gave a press. He stood as I stood, and with his two hands he grabbed my sides and lifted my shirt over my head. He threw my shirt on the floor and grabbed my boobs with both of his hands. He lifted them and then cupped them, shaking them and watching them ripple and move. He moved them around till my nipples were hard, pinched them, and then put his hands on the top of my head and pushed me down. I took the cue and put his dick back in my mouth and started sucking. In no time the action brought his friend. I jus' got in from takin' a look. Same thin' as usual. They must of taken every steer they could find, an' some of 'em ain't worth dooley." I swear to Goshen! Now, why would they do that? Most rustlers got sense enough to take jus' the good stock and leave the culls behind." I can't figure why, 'less they wuz trying to drive Jenkins off his land. They done the same thin' to all the other ranches they hit, too." Wuz the ranches in a line, like a railroad might want to run a track?" Nope, the. I asked her if she was okay at lunchtime, but the text returned as undeliverable. From what they said on the news, shortly before the explosion, I got a text without any way to see who sent it. It said that they had to run away, they would miss me, they loved me, and bye. I don’t understand. What would they have done to make them need to run away?”You can tell them. All four have met elite families.“It is sketchy, but there is, or was, a group of families that used to be part of the elite.