They would break into a building each night, tie the women up, leave a couple of guards, and go out to try and find food. If any of the women resisted...they were whipped, and three were killed. Every so often the men would return with more women.She then said, "They then heard a rumour that there was a village with food and electricity near here and they went looking for it but met a group of soldiers, got into a fight and lost. Apparently there were at least a hundred soldiers." A hundred. Then he put his hands on my the hips of my gingham skirt. He looked me in the eyes and said,“I require men to wear a tie at all times, and woman to wear a dress or skirt.”He ran his hands down my hips.“This skirt is lovely.” He said as he ran his hands from my hips and down the outside of my legs over the skirt.”Oh my God. I was starting to get an erection from his touch. This man knows how to seduce a woman.When he got to the end of my skirt he hesitated, with his warm hands still on my legs.. He would learn.Porter’s thoughts turned to his eldest son, Petre, named for Gilly’s father who had died some years ago. Petre, considerably older than his younger siblings, had reached the age of consent. He did not have a girlfriend yet, although a few around the compound had made known their interest. Unfortunately, he had inherited a certain sense of obliviousness from his father.Petre’s lack of skill with the young women was not what worried Porter. His son had requested the final exam of. She remained calm like a duck, seeing that her act was progressing as planned. However, the bottle with the hot tea was beginning to scorch the side of her breast. She stuffed several cookies between the bottle and the lining of the jacket to shield against the burning sensation. Quick thinking and resourcefulness in unexpected, dire situations had always been one of her strong points.Taking her time, Clara pretended like she was taking the last sip of her tea and delicately dabbed her mouth.