She seems dazed, at the very least.“Gwen, I’m sorry, but Saint’s been hurt as well. He’s unconscious and bleeding from his scalp. I don’t kn...w what other injuries he may have. We’re going to load them up and run for the hospital. It would take an ambulance some time to get way out here and frankly, I don’t think Steve would wait for it.”Gwen felt her heart turn to ice at Sybil’s words. Saint was hurt and unconscious! She managed to hold it together as she responded to Sybil.“Thanks, Sybil.. Really everything." With these words I pull out the plug."Noooooooo!" A long, desperate cry escapes your throat and you feel like you die as the first load flows out. You can not even try to describe the shame and the humiliation you feel as you empty yourself, hanging helplessly from the ceiling, unable to stop it. The sounds of air escaping from your intestines, the smell, the feeling of fluid and whatever else flowing down, hearing it falling into the bowl. The world spins. There are people. His hand reached under my skirt and felt my panties. I drew backward quickly, embarrassed, fearing the worst (insults, accusations, threats, etc.). I do not know if it was because he had never been with a woman (I assumed that he had not, I was later proven wrong), or if he was just that polite, but he apologized and said that he would go home now. Whether it was the alcohol, or his kindness, or both, I do not know, but I asked him to stay, that I could explain. He told me that there was no. This is not a major commerce route so the intruders will find only an occasional ford, where supply wagons will flounder. As noted in previous logs, Cornerstone does not have the firing arc to lend fire support from space. This threat to my children is offensive to me and there will be retribution if this tribe hurts one of my precious data streams. Another body of men is moving slowly towards the invading faction on an east-west, arterial road. The two bodies of men are in regular conflict.