Don’t say I haven’t warned you.So, what I do is shag women, sluts mostly if the truth be known, and when I get bored with them I dump them. Works ...or me…"Here you are mate!" the taxi driver tells me as we pull up outside the Minger’s shabby little house in Ingram Street."I won’t be a mo, I’ll just get the cash, hang on a sec," I say, as I step onto the pavement and walk along the smelly alley to her front door.I let myself in, it stinks of dog shit and I feel a little sick. And there she is,. There was the usual supply of various condoms and flavored lubricants that she always took with her when she went out on a date. Lucy giggled at the assortment of battery-powered penis shaped shafts that adorned the back part of the drawer under some innocuous fashion magazines placed there to hide the sinful toys. Lucy touched some of them with curiosity but was not overly interested in any of them. The left hand corner had some very risqué undies that Lucy knew their parents would definitely. His fingers slid down to her thighs and teased their way up her inner leg. She tried to squeeze her legs together because she knew what Daddy was going to discover.Daddy's strong hands were no match to a weakening Ashley and his fingers soon touched her little mound. She blushed hard as Daddy found her wet patch. "What's this Ashley? have you been doing things with boys?" "No Daddy, I promise, I was just sitting next to Tom." "I don't believe you, only sluts get wet patches in their slutty. “Very good. I’ll be in touch.” Strandon disconnects, feeling smug. “All this power and just with a few people, humanity can be brought to its knees.The kidnapped men are brought out of the tent at various times. It is never the same time of day or in any specific order. It is kept random, most likely to keep the men on their toes and to dissuade them from thinking of any escape attempt. Each time one was taken out he was shown maps, diagrams and schematics of a power plant. Sometimes it would.