Both men and women normally wore a kind of kilt which fell below the knees and nothing above the waist. The women were proud to show off their breasts... but I could see that the common attire was going to cause problems. I told everybody to go home and come back in 30 minutes dressed in only a loin cloth and, for the women, a binding around their breasts so that they would not flop and jiggle while they exercised. The women were somewhat insulted that I wanted them to cover their breasts, but I. That would be 'bout daylight, considerin' when we usually ate breakfast.Danny an' I showed up on the appointed day, an' we all set ta work cuttin' trees fer the cabin walls. Along 'bout mid-mornin', Ethel Jorden came staggerin' back ta the cabin lookin' like she had been through a rough time. Well, she had. She an' Martha had been out pickin' berries fer a pie when they wuz set upon by six men. They had all raped Ethel, but didn't bother ta kill her, figurin' that she would die on her own in a. Her intestines bulged up through the gash. The dogs wentcrazy at the sound, smell and sight of it, lunging at the side of the cage!One of the goons slid open a door on the top of the cage and the guy holdingEmily in his arms tossed her through it. Her body bounced off one of the Dobermansand before she hit the floor of the cage both animals were tearing into herflesh. She went on screaming as the dogs ripped out chunks from the stumpsof her arms and legs. Unable to bite into her throat and kill. I was trying to sound mature, like Julie, but something bounced in my stomach."Oh, yeah," Trish said. She winked at me."And it'll be fair," Dana said. "At least now we're all wearing the same number of things."I did a quick mental countdown: loafers and white socks (three pairs up to the knee, Julie and Trish in anklets), white pullover shirts, khaki skirts, bras, and —"Unless one of us isn't wearing panties," I blurted out.They looked at me like I'd just peed on the rug. Julie lifted her.