I had just thrown down the last of the bales from a board cat walk above the cow's loafing area (where they stand around waiting to be milked) and cam... back into the loft with the strings in hand when Shirley jumped me. She often jumped on my back and knocked me to the hay covered floor giggling and wrestling. This one time, since she was and is so small, I picked her up by the coat and hauled her up the hay steps then threw her up a four bale step. I jumped up after her with the bale strings. The guards laughed and grinned like boys as they ogled the Gnari’s lush breasts. The one with the cudgel reached out and tweaked her nipple, giving the thick nub a wicked little pinch. She let him toy with her nipple for a moment, ignoring the tingle it sent racing through her nerve endings. She hardly cared at this point about her own exposure and humiliation; the only pair of eyes that she cared one way or another about seeing her nudity were behind her and covered with a blindfold. Finally,. I was about to do that because they have my family in the next room and they were going to kill them when you opened fire on them. With them dead, I released my family, and then my wife Elma cleaned the baby up ... Ahh, here she is now with my children."I looked over to where the man was looking and a woman around thirty with light brown hair that hung to her waist came in with two preteen children. The boy looked like his father but had his mother's hair while the girl was the spitting image. He looked fearfully at Miranda."Have you changed your mind yet?" she asked simply.Tom frowned. "You know I can't do that. I can't hurt Emily andthe boys like that."Miranda got a wicked grin. "I deleted the file you tried to save,"she said casually. She waited for the expression on Tom's faceto change. "Oh, yes! I know all about that. And the little planyou were formulating to try to tell Emily." Her face got very stern."I can read your memories, you know. Well, you can just stopthose.