My stomach lurched. I was in trouble. My trigger clicked. My gun was empty. I had to get out of here. There were thirty Warlocks here. A nest of inequ...ty. They would need to be cleansed. The laws of the Theocracy were clear. Any Warlock that did not turn themselves in are subject to summary execution.No threat is more grave to the world.I pulled my pants up as I raced past the two Warlocks. I didn't have time to button up, so I held on to my pants with one hand and my gun in the other. Women. Veinedand rigged, it was fourteen inches long and very fat.I had my vowels back, and was about to say, I can't. There is no way Ican (I ah, er e o ay). But Master Jason was beyond repair, beyondlistening. Maybe he was conditioning himself now. I couldn't know. Butthe look on him was almost suicidal, fatalistic, for which, me beingconditioned myself, made me feel both glad, and sad. It was like, likehe was performing the final act of degradation on me. "Please Michael,and you will please Jenny,". We were well into the journey and the conversation took an unusual turn. The girls were talking low about their flat mates Melanie and Cheryl. Whilst not exactly a taboo subject, well I will explain it goes like this. I’d been bringing Frankie and Victoria home at weekends for a couple of months and the tea was already an established fact. We hit their flat about 3am and pushed open the door, which let directly into a large living area. Melanie (a tall slim red haired girl) was standing by an. Never mind miranda thought to her self and shuffling over to her bed , she retrived some sissors she kept in her sewing case, the feeling of the restriction of her legs was having some kind of an effect on her, she slowly pulled the leg down and pulled the jogging bottoms off, she was feeling rather wet again between her legs, this was going to have to take all of her concentration. Miranda held the jogging bottoms up and carefully decided where the leg would have to be cut from, if she cut it.