You read those letters, so you know my father is a police officer. I assure you I am an excellent shot with a 270 rifle and any handgun you want to na...e, both automatics and revolvers. That means I can kill you, and I would not be arrested for a crime. So, Mister Aguirre, I am informing you that I feel threatened by your presence, and I am telling you, as politely as I know how, please leave.’ Gail turned and walked toward the fireplace, to stand beside Howard’s gun rack and crossed her arms,. Her midriff was bare, save for the black leather hip belt from which a two-foot-long furry black cat tail hung in the rear. Tight black spandex low cut pants with a definite camel toe showing led down to black suede ankle boots with two inch heels.Claire giggled and said, "I was at a costume party." Clearly," said Gruthsorik. "Is it Halloween already?"Claire giggled again and walked unsteadily into the room, the bell tinkled with each step. "All the guys there wanted to take the poor stray. Within seconds, her drool had begun to gather around the hook. He blindfolded her. The hood was too much. She needed to smell and taste the air. Besides, the view of her tongue hanging like a bitch on heat was fucking hot. Self-control, he reminded himself. And then opened the door to the cupboard inset into the wall. The soundproofing had silenced the struggles of the girl inside. She was chained head to foot and suspended from the roof of the cupboard. A ball gag was firmly wedged into her. Leon came away with two pistols and a knife before locking the leader into the cell the girls had originally occupied.Surprisingly, they didn’t try anything while we shackled the rest of the men. Martine pointed out to us that the men were all white skinheads with gang tattoos identifying them as members of the Whyte Knyghts, a well-funded, rapidly growing white supremacist group that was making inroads into other white supremacist groups.[Author’s note--the name Whyte Knyghts is fictitious as.