In other parts of the country, many were attacked and damaged. One in Sheffield was wrecked so badly it had to be abandoned due to the damage it had s...stained. Yet all too often, local people would also turn up to defend the patrol houses, and then the fights got truly vicious.There was another trigger as well. Since just before Christmas, all the British made television soap operas: East Enders, Coronation Street, Emmerdale etc., from all the channels, even BBC radio’s The Archers, all seemed. "Now sniff it. Smell my asshole like the bitch dog you are."I obeyed eagerly. Though my wife is scrupulously clean, even the mostcarefully tended anus will have a faint odor detectable when one's noseis close to it."Sniff it good, bitch. Can you smell my shit? You can, can't you? Youlove that. All dogs love the smell of shit. Sniff it good, get closer,"(here she yanked my leash), "now kiss it, kiss it again, now lick thatnice asshole like a dog, like the good bitch you are. Good girl! Goodgirl!. I'd need help for that.Lunch and dinner times became our de-facto group meetings where we kept each other informed and made decisions. Terry, our diesel mechanic, said that he'd found the HVAC plant and had shut off all air supply and return to the lab wing, which from the duct sizes was deceptively large with at least one underground level. He cut all the breakers powering that wing as well. Our electricity came from an underwater cable leading off to the mainland. A cut-over panel was fed by. That had been her introduction to Jasper, and Jasper had been within fifty feet of her ever since. Whether they were indoors or out, Jasper stayed close enough that she could call her name and the dog came running.The horses didn’t mind Jasper at all. It was obvious they knew she was no threat. Mandy, on the other hand, was a stranger, and some of them shied away from her touch. Touching them at all seemed incredible to Mandy. They seemed huge, and their moving feet made her nervous. But once.