Time for some good old sensitive male shit, Mike thought to himself. Maybe her goldfish died and it’s not some sort of clinical depression. Sheila w...s very hungry, she ate like a girl who had skipped breakfast and lunch. She became more vivacious as her blood sugar level improved. ‘So, tell me all about Sheila.’ Mike said softly. She was a senior at a regional university a couple of hundred miles away. She was on scholarship but it didn’t pay for her summer classes at this school. She had. I carefully shut the door and let the bolt off slowly, deftly (I had practiced this) so there was no sound. I walked over to Sara's bed. She was beautifully calm, obviously committed to this ritual and her quest for the powers of nature. Without putting down my bag I took hold of the sheet and pulled it down off Sara's body. She stayed perfectly still. Now it would begin.I had instructed Sara that she must not speak or move during the ritual, that she must surrender her body to mine, for me to. She had originally been meant for Randal to break in, train and then be sold for a hefty profit. Jeb had had great luck while hunting that night, coming back with fifteen girls! And it wasn’t like you could just pick any girl off the street. They had to be petite, thin beautiful creatures, with no tattoos or piercing, they had to be no older than fifteen and no younger then thirteen. Virgins were greatly preferred but not always necessary, and these days that kind of thing was hard to come. “We’ll play one of the second-place teams from the other groups. And we can only meet the team we drew against in the finals, the way the brackets work.”“Do they play a Canadian team?” I asked.“Yes, which is unfortunate for them. We’re going to get Jesse. He and Mikey are going to play with his Nintendo 64 and just chill this afternoon and evening. We’ll get them naps and get them in bed early as well.”“We’re going to see Jerry Maguire,” I said. “You two are welcome to join us.”“Sure. The boys.