.." she asked.I thought for a second and then thwarted her question with another. "I would be inclined to ask a beautiful girl of your caliber the sam... question." ha ha," she giggled. "Nice try, don't answer my question with a question and then hit on me in the same sentence. How many?"Damn, she was feisty. "Fuck it, thirteen. You?" Whore!" she giggled. "I have only been with five and they were all boyfriends except for one drunken one night stand in college but I have since grown up." Ooh,. "We're not talking social niceties here, we're discussing whether we'll each survive or not. So far, even with all the restrictions we've put into place, it hasn't saved many of us. Now is no time to abandon the only thing remaining between us and certain death." OK, I'll concede, it was a dumb idea," Ellen admitted."I think a better discussion is what the hell happened to Amy?" Flora asked, trying to refocus everyone's attention."I'm pretty sure it was the wounds she received yesterday," David. . ' I thought. I remembered vividly that day when I was thirteen that my father banished me from his lap for being a bit too obvious about rubbing my itchy cunny on him. Would I have had sex with Dad? Yes. Probably any time before the middle of my freshman year in college, when I'd garnered enough sexual experience to become sophisticated. "So it bothers you -- and it seems to bother no one else."Oliver pursed his lips. "It may bother Vera; we haven't discussed it." I consider that whether it. I opened my eyes. I was hanging from the ceiling of a small, concrete room. My arms were straight upwards towards the ceiling, bound tight with what appeared to be thick, heavy rope, and looped many times around the steel beams. My legs were tied too, the ropes that bound me were staked into the concrete floor with steel nails, and the ropes were wrapped tightly, looped three of four times around each stake and tightly fastened. I struggled, trying to move my arms and legs, but nothing.