When I was freeI scrambled to my feet and tried to get away. The guy behind the video camera stepped forward and slapped my face hard. Hands came from...behind me, fingers tweezing my nipples to pull me back in an agony of pain."Lie down," the video camera guy said, "on your back. Open your legs."I felt abused and sore everywhere, I'd had things done to me that I'd never done before. I went back to the mattress and lay down. I opened my legs as wide as they would go and saw the video camera. They had found ways of mining that seemed much in sympathy with the environment; spoil was returned to the tunnels mixed with a type of clay which created a thixotropic reaction and set hard. So the spoil became supports for the roof. The weapons and ploughs produced were high quality and remarkably consistent, even without mass production as we had developed it. It was an education, and would have been more so if I had been an engineer I think.As we visited mines and manufacturies – places. "Oh, I'm sorry," Momsaid. "My daughter decided to wear the shoes out. I hope that's ok?" Theclerk looked over the counter, saw my feet, and informed Mom that it wasindeed ok."They look lovely on you dear," she said as she gave Mom the total. Shepacked the items in two separate bags and we made our way back into themall. What if someone I knew saw me, I worried. Sensing my distress mymother offered, "Don't worry Joan, no one is going to see anything otherthan what you are. A beautiful teen-aged. ' When it got a little louder he realized it was something else,the sound of several motorcycles. He still had most of his beer left when thebikers started coming into the bar. Two men entered first, big guys with oldjeans, Harley shirts, leather jackets, and beards. Then a stream of them entered,all talking at once, mostly men, but a few women too. Soon the bar seemed packedwith bikers and noise. Tim couldn't believe the change that had happened. Thetables were now full. Men pounded on the.