Sarah took a picture of the compartment and the raised section of turf. I slid the hatch to the side and she took a picture of the inside of the bunke... with the machine gun and all the spare belts of shells.I turned to Leroy who was just taking a stick of dynamite from Toby. "Do not blow this until the fireworks start. After you blow it, I'll meet you at the armory."The rest of us, two gees, Toby, Sarah and myself, sneaked further into the camp. One of the gees with a Tommy gun was clanking it. No this is my place,I'm in control here, hey sod off don't push.You laugh at me as I try to push you away and wrestle you onto the workbench.Then one swift unseen unexpected stealthy swipe with my clawed hand and your'e out cold.I know exactly how long I have now as I've done this before, but you're a bigger guy than I'm used to so maybe I need to be quick.Legs first just in case, I shackle them to the workbench, there we go now your arms.Now you're led there crucified. I still have a fair bit. Her skin looked soft and smooth in the pale light. 'Come on.''Whatcha' doing?''Let's find out where that noise is coming from. It doesn't sound like a cat.'I slipped out of bed and followed my nude wife down the hall. She stopped at the closed door to Tommy's room and listened, then she moved down the hall. A faint light shown under the door to Susan's bedroom. We heard the faint moan again. It was louder and came from inside Susan's bedroom.I figured she was dreaming or, possibly,. She looked almost Victorian; the high-collared jacket in heavy fabric, the long skirt, her dark hair drawn back from her pale face. And beneath the jacket? As she struggled against the ropes that held her he delighted in his first close look at her; the neatness of her waist – could it be that she was corseted? He studied the swell of her breasts beneath the fine white cotton of her blouse and the way that her slender neck stretched like the stem of some exotic flower from the starched and lace.