She heard Bennie's heavy breathing behind her, and Tim's in front of her, and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by the hateful littl... boys. But she felt weak and helpless, a pawn caught in their lewd little game. She could only hope that it would all be over soon, that somehow she would be able to continue a normal life after such perverse treatment! She was still but dimly aware of what was real and what wasn't, and the tremors that traversed the fragile surfaces of the young. Now he felt like he had just been sized up like he was a medium rare steak ready for serving."Damn" Ron whistled softly "If she wasn't so old, I'd take her for a spin she would not forget." Ron you would never turn down a pussy" Jim laughed as he added, "a live one anyway. Besides, she can't be much older than forty and I'm sure some older women must still like to fuck." Come in here" Ron pushed Jim into the older section of the record vault where they would have some privacy.Ron had spent many. True she could now hold a sword correctly. She could swing it without getting it stuck. Hell she was even starting to be able to block several of the blows that were sent at her. Almost panting from the exertion she still couldn’t see that she was any better. To her it felt as if they were wasting their time training her.Mileen could see the frustration on Adina’s face as they had worked through the exercises. In almost a week now King Ambrose’s cousin could not only hold but yield a sword. The. Most started out with half a test tube of distilled water and then chemicals were added to it. It was all about following directions. Using the right chemicals, measuring them correctly, putting them together in the right order, that kind of thing. What was cool about it is the instructions didn't say what was supposed to happen. We could have been building a bomb, for all we knew. One of the tricks was translating the instructions to the bottles. The instruction would say something like.