They were gone before the police arrived. The cameramen disappeared into the news vans. They emerged after a few minutes with disks in hand.The police...were busy questioning Reverend Hill and the reporters about the beating. Martin smiled when a police car showed up with cherries flashing and siren blaring. Sergeant O’Malley came storming out of the car looking like he was ready to chew nails. The officers on the scene made their report to him. Much to their shock, he ordered that the Reverend,. The men's backs, asses and legs were flayed skinless with barbed wire whips while they slowly succumbed to asphyxiation, stretched at the end of the rope.All of these implements were would be available to John on the torture cart, if he were to win. While the prisoner lacked the expertise of the Sisterhoods Head Torturer, Pandora shivered to think what punishments he would deliver to the girls if he were to win the bet and decide to string one up with the noose.The timer was at "5:40" when the. Even with the dinner, I could still feel a small buzz inside my head as we polished off the second bottle of wine. And it was also obvious, so were the girls as they both admitted to not usually drinking quite as much as we all had, yet just as quickly suggesting that we retire inside the house, make ourselves even more comfortable, and open another bottle of wine as we continued on the evening together.While Mattie uncorked the wine, Myra put on some music and began swaying to it almost. Jessica and Sheila followed Susie to a table on Sarah's station, and all three girls seemed aware of the looks they were getting from the men in the restaurant. When Sarah went to take their order she sat down next to Susie like they were old friends. Every so often Sarah glanced over at us, and there was lots of laughing going on."I wonder what's so funny?" Ronnie asked."Gee, I don't know. Let me take a wild guess... us?" I said."Why would they be laughing at us?" Susie and Sarah had dinner.