"Everybody seems great!"I looked around and saw Roy chatting with Stacy, a member of the chorus, and my sister."Hmm, Roy and Stacy. They'd make an int...resting couple." Are you kidding?" Sherry asked."Huh?" Was there some problem between Roy and Stacy that I didn't know? I thought that Roy and Stacy got along very well--they both had wonderful singing voices and they were both in the chorus.Sherry seemed surprised. "You mean you don't know?"I gave Sherry an exasperated look. "Nobody tells me. The estate manager told me that about fifteen teenagers had indicated an interest in the secret art training. The set of tools I mentioned were a Bolo, throwing nails and spring-daggers for disarming opponents. I felt the coming invasion of the island in my bones and this was just one element in my plan to build up a strong resistance force in our area. I wasn't training soldiers but I was shaping minds and building a certain esprit de corps. All the necessary tool orders were already on hand. There would be honor in that.”Sarette wrinkled her nose in distaste. Being married off to a boy from another stormrunner family and pushing out child after child in the hopes of reigniting the line wasn’t her idea of a real life. She’d wanted to fly the storms ever since she was six years old and her parents had taken her to see an aerial display put on by the order. It was one of the last public displays ever given—in the ten years since, two stormrunners had died and another had grown too old. The girls walking around in collar and nothing else still stuck in her head... but nevertheless, she wandered over to see what was happening.Five teenage boys and a couple of teen girls were standing around as a naked girl, one of those with a collar, who lay in the middle of the circle. She was masturbating and moaning quite loudly. Sandra blushed, biting her lip, but watched quietly. She was wondering how the situation had come about, but was far too shy to ask anyone. As she watched she.