When you registered that, you consciously started thinking about sex, on what Gerry made you do, and that didn't do a lot to calm you down. You crosse... your legs and concentrated on the scenery, and it was only when the woman next to me got off the bus that you realised you had a stocking-top on show. You had taken the precaution of sitting on one of the forward-facing seats, so nobody could see very much, and you simply tugged your coat over it. The guy on the opposite side of the bus looked. He scolded and removed the spell. “The medallion belonged to Neil. He was the one who cast the original spell to keep the women he had captured here.”“The idiot attached the spell to the shield and the medallion. When Nat gave it to his daughter and it then got passed down through the generations the spell stayed active. It wouldn’t have mattered where you were. As long as someone was wearing the medallion, the spell persisted. No wonder Nat couldn’t break the spell. We will have to go for a. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and it would go through like hot wire through butter. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can walk and grab if they can't even figure out how a. ..?" Jaye was trembling and crying. "I...They...I had to...." I took her in my arms as gently as I could. Between sniffles she told me about the round robin fucking and the evening with the stripper, culminating in them taking her to the piercing parlor and holding her down, but leaving out the pissing part. I was getting angry and she tried to calm me and not blame Robert. It had been a booze and sex filled weekend that got out of hand. She could have said something about the piercings but was.