She had always been told to avoid being taken alive if possible, as the Russians were rumored to be ruthless towards captured rebels. But alas, here s...e was. She felt sick to her stomach.The ride plodded on for under an hour, but felt like ages to Irina. She assumed they were taking her to a prison at Brest, the nearest major city as well as the area she and her friends had been operating from. Her arms were getting sore from being pulled behind her back, and breathing underneath the thick hood. She was getting close. "Talk to me about my ass. I know you love it. Don't you honey?" she looked expectantly. I paused. My mother's ass always made me pause. The huge round hips, flawless skin, creamy texture were the dream of every boy around the world, To me those hips were a work of art. I loved them. I worshipped them. "I love your hips mother." I said, my voice trembled as I looked at the bulging ass flesh on either side. She looked at me and smiled and then turned around and bent. Slip this on your head and everything will be explained to you. Better sit down first."She hesitated a moment. Then she accepted the band and placed it on her head as soon as she sat down on the edge of Rachel's bed. Her eyes widened, her face registered shock. Her eyes grew larger and she reached for the band. Then she stopped and let her hands drop into her lap.She sat quiet for what seemed to Mark a long time. Then she reached up and removed the band and handed it back to him. "We have to go. She’s trying, but it still upsets her sometimes.”“Okay, that sounds easy enough to deal with.”“She’s fine, really. Her parents are way weirder. But they never turn up to these things, so you won’t have to worry about them. Apparently they never hug her, so Mona told us we should all give her a hug each day. That’s 21 hugs she gets each day – sometimes more because sometimes we give her more hugs later in the day.”When we got home, Bonnie had a second breakfast, and then she recruited Estelle.