. . right by the water (you've all seen that);but our girls–nobody could figure out where they take them. Well, I wasthere! It's a clearing in the p...ne wood to the north! I saw it! You all knowhow they p-pounce out of nowhere; how they like to go for the . . . the breasts.Then they . . . carry the girls off. But what happens after that? Well, theytake them to this clearing . . . and they line them up in a row. When I foundthe place . . . there they were: six girls. I hid behind a tree . . . I. First footwear, the box provided someheavyweight knee length silk stockings and patent leather black 3" blockheeled shoes. With some difficulty because of the rigid cosetry John hadto sit in an old overstuffed armchair to pull up the stockings and trapthem under the ruffles of his bloomers. The shoes too proved a trial buteventually he managed. Once again he paraded the entire outfit before themirror and was entranced by what he saw. In his eyes he had become thevery model of an elderly lady. I'm going to strip and hop into the sleeping bag and try to dry off and warm up." I swivelled around and listened as she undressed and plopped her clothes in a pile in the corner. I was always wanting to see her naked, but as I sat there freezing, I didn't even think about turning to look. As soon as she was undressed she slipped into the down-filled sleeping bag and told me to do the same. She could tell I was a little reluctant and said, "Come on, you're going to get pneumonia. I'll close my. It was obvious that Ted was about to lose control.Deciding that there was no way he was going to let Ted go out with his daughter, he took Harry by the arm and led him a few steps away. Bending down, he said, “Tell me why I shouldn’t just twist him like a pretzel.”Harry glanced over at Ted and hoped that his friend would forgive him. It wasn’t that the attack was a secret; it was just something that Ted never talked about.In a soft voice, he said, “Ted was attacked by a serial killer. The guy.