"Jack laughed as he hung up the phone.Staci sighed as she returned the phone to its cradle."Who was that on the phone," asked Jill as she wandered int... the kitchen."Jack," replied Staci listlessly."Oh, what'd he want?" Denise told him about the incident, and he had some questions." And you were the one to answer them. I guess he just wanted confirmation then. So why are you so bummed?" It's Denise, I think she told him... well lets just say she told him more than she ever told me about what. They were the main transmitter of the bubonic plague, centuries ago, and just as Germans have been maligned because the acts of the few Nazis that ran their country, we Puhl's (or Pulicidae) have been branded as villains by our distant relatives. You may wonder about whom I am talking but you likely know me as a flea (part of the scurrilous assault on our breed).Our race (if I may call it such) has not been especially distinguished if we ignore our major effect on the world through the. "What the..."Then the lights went out for Kevin.Kevin awoke with a major bump on the back of his head. He sat up and looked around, his mind still foggy, his vision blurred. When he tried to move his left hand, he found it shackled to a large ring in the wall above his head. He turned to the side and saw his mother next to him on the tiny cot, her hand also shackled to the same ring. She had on a bra and a pair of thong panties. Then he realized that he was in his underwear as well.For a. She was not surprised that she had not caught a chill. Emma had never been ill in her life, despite many duckings and soakings as a somewhat wild tomboy. Viruses and bacteria seemed to be afraid of her! Either that or they didn't like her! That was why she was here! She was a very strong girl - almost indestructible.Another thing Emma had long known - ever since being severely caned for misconduct involving alcohol - was that she had a very low pain threshold. Part of being very clever, she had.