His calloused hands grasped her tights, with one huge yank; he rent them from her to ribbons. He tore at them, pulling and ripping until they were com...letely tattered and useless.All she had on now were her cotton panties with lacy insets at the thigh and just under her belly button as a decoration. He stood and studied her unhurriedly.The other two attackers had now changed their attentions, leaving her to the three who seemed to have paused now that Anne was in nothing more than her panties.. Instead, I'd be sweltering inside of an old smelly flea-bitten rabbit suit, passed down from volunteer to volunteer never getting cleaned or deodorized in the process.I drove to Hayes Park, parked, and carried the suit inside a large plain bag, made out of an old sheet a decade old. My daughter ran off to partake of the festivities, which were mostly helping little kids find candy that had been strewn all over the park earlier in the day."Oh, Mr. Marcus, so good of you to volunteer," greeted. All you ever do is take precautions," she said."It's better than always getting my way without opposition. Your life is way to easy, you otta be a little more careful," I counter told her."So, being me is easy, huh? I bet you couldn't last one week as me," she said."Whatever, it would be to easy. I know you couldn't be me for a week," I told her."I wish I was you," we said together.Just then, a great light filled the room. It was blinding. Then, a low humm defend my ears. Once they both. ‘So,’ thought Ulric ‘Sovig, my friend, has been wallowing in this water hole. I wonder how Vosta would feel about that. Perhaps there is something to be made from this knowledge.’ He cast back in his memory to when he and Sovig were teenagers surreptitiously creeping over to the cottage of Norna a young widow whose husband had been thrown by a horse and died. They would hide in the bushes next to her house and watch her through her window. Usually they could get to see her removing her clothes.