I felt my stomach lurch again in protest, but had no energy left to vomit. Had nothing left to vomit. Tilda’s lifeless eyes stared skyward, unmovin... in her head as he assaulted her. Her face was unrecongnizable, so cut up, bruised and swollen it had become since her cousin had her dragged behind him. Everyone was cheering on the soldier. And when he finished, abusing her once virgin body, another fell atop of her and ravaged her. None were looking at me, as all were too occupied with Tilda’s. A low noise cloud came from that area, withstrains of Blondie lifting up over the conversation hum. I wasintrigued with this party, as it appeared to be a "girl" only event.Thinking that it was a possible special gay event, I became curious anddecided it would be worth gate-crashing the gathering.As I approached the bar, Phil the barman caught my eye, nodding for meto come over to join him. He was serving a brunette, who from behindwas just appallingly dressed. She was wearing a horrible white,. It tells me your problems, gives me ideas, tells me gossip and can pout in a most fetching manner. It kisses me hard and soft, and you can use it to put the hairs on the back of my neck up with a few well chosen words, whispered from millimetres away. All arguments for leaving the gag at home. I put it to one side; I'll need to consider it. I never used to see the point in the theatre but your tastes are rubbing off on me, and we're off to see the Shakespeare play you wanted. Personally I've. "Ah ... yes, I guess so! Deliver them to the prison bus. There are guards there that will take charge of them," the surprised Marshal told Dad. We moved each group as it finished being taken into custody. When the Marshals were finished two of our prisoners remained."Can you take these two with you also?" Dad asked the Marshal."Yes, but we don't have orders to hold them," the Marshal explained."That's all right. We'll be leaving here shortly and don't want to leave anyone inside," Dad explained.