She said she only wanted grown men with big scythes.”“Well, your little sickle has grown into a huge, wonderful, scythe, and she is the loser. Wha... happened to her?”“An itinerant thatcher, Dennis by name, put her in the family way with his big scythe. She left Grantham for London, and was never heard of again.”“And what of the other love of your life, — Amy Fairfax — did she too berate you on account of the size of your sickle?”“She loved me as I loved her, and we became lovers.”“But you did. And you’re going to cooperate fully with us, do whatever we ask of you. You’re going to be our fucktoy, our cumslut, a willing receptacle for our sperm, a whore to be used for our pleasure.”Kimi glared at the older man, her face reddening with shock and outrage. “You can’t be serious! I won’t do it!”“Oh, but you will, Kimi,” said the groom, calmly. “The room is soundproofed, the door is locked. Nobody will hear you, even if you scream for help. You might as well relax, because there is no. Molly seemed to glow. She was totally enjoying this, I could tell. "Yes, I know why all right. Even after all the training I've given to you, you're still totally self-conscious. I had hoped you'd be over that by now. Apparently you need more practice. You need to lose that dammable body pride. You're no different than any other girl. I don't know where you get off thinking you're so special." I'm sorry. I try to be what you want." Well you're not doing very well." Molly looked at me. "Sixteen. At the other end of the dining room table, Rock and Natalie were cleaning their pistols. Lisa was seated on the couch doing cross-stitch while Ken was at the other end of the couch reading a manual for the new satellite dish receiver. Tim was lying on the floor reading a science fiction book that he had borrowed from William.The discordant figure was Forest Shadow who stood at the entrance to the hallway with her arms crossed. She was watching them unable to believe that this was how the group.