The Deputy pushed me to an open spot in front of the railing that separated the gallery from the Judge and lawyers. When he parked me there, Jeanette ...oved to the end of her table nearest me, obviously to offer emotional support.I could feel my heart beating fast and loud. Jeanette must have sensed my uneasiness, because she squeezed my hand and nodded towards another door that opened to admit Doctor Halberstadt. He smiled, but found a seat in the gallery, not near us at all.When I glanced at. He earnestly kept at it until my dick was a limp slab of flesh and I decided to drain my bladder in the toilet.I had come in for taking a leak but now I had to wait for the need to overtake me once again. By looking at his feet on the other side of the wall, I could tell my friend in the next stall sitting down on the seat. Yes, nothing makes one to go like the sound of others pissing also. My urge began building in me and soon I was pouring myself huge in the commode. Suddenly I heard kind of. Before she had time to react, a rifle butt connected with her jaw; blackness descended. Quickly and with ruthless efficiency, the two females had their hands lopped off. The male's genitalia and hands were added to a bloody sack for carrying. The yearlings, which had clung to their mothers, were snatched up and subdued with a sack over their heads. The naked girl was unceremoniously dragged by one arm out of the clearing and away from the scene of murder.The men hadn't bothered with a bivouac. .. or rather, she ... had been hung in was woven, also. Wherever that incident had taken place (most likely somewhere in the British Isles because of the medieval castles), they didn't seem to have an abundance of iron, but they certainly knew how to weave grass.He grinned, thinking that maybe that was where Béla thought she'd learned how to do it. She evidently missed a few steps of the process, never realizing she might need to weave it herself, someday.The other thing he noticed was how.