Only a slight smile and the flick of a long eyelash revealed her acknowledgement of an occasional muffled 'wow' or low whistle.As she neared, I focuse... on her knitted mini dress, watching the hem hugging and caressing a shapely upper thigh on each forward step. A creased V framed her pubic area, as her strides emphasized one side and then the other under her well-defined abdomen, while other creases fondled her curvaceous hips and wasp waist. Her supple breasts moved freely, under the soft. Glo and Syb were both smiling as they waited for the chains to get in reach. As soon as they could they fastened the chains to hooks that went on my leather vest at various places as well as the other pieces that they had dressed me in.Glo used a remote control and as she did the chains started pulling up toward the ceiling. It was only seconds before my weight was off my feet and my legs were being pulled up to be level with my body. The leg and ankle chains continued moving after everything. The remainder, half the force, flew north, neveronce looking behind them. Everywhere on the ground, fairies were screaming,wailing, sobbing.The commandress tried to move again. Strange spasms went through herand she found herself face-up with her legs in the air, her knees drawnback toward her chin. Her hands lay helpless at her sides. She had wetherself. Now something gripped her hair and began pulling her along.She looked back and saw, with a shudder, that it was a co-yo-te. Aroundher, its. Pakua gave a distinctive Hopewell grunt, one Mark had come to realize was the English equivalent of "don't mention it."The night seemed very quiet after all the shooting. Mark kept scanning with the night- scope, but could find no more targets. "Kara, how was your shooting?" Almost too easy. I fired one full clip. I think 14 dead-on hits and 1 probable." I'm feeling the same. Fired 5 clips, at most five non-lethal shots, everything else dead- on. I think we've just taken out at least 85 Paleo..