This windowless room contained several waist-high stone slabs.Some were covered with instruments for cutting, boring, suturing andstretching. One had ...intments and pots of paint, with brushes. One wasempty. We placed her there, face down. Gezar grabbed a knife and begancutting down her back, then stretching the skin out sideways andseparating it from the flesh. He was skinning her, of course. The scalpwould remain intact. The front with the lovely breasts would also beunmarred, open to view by. Boy was I wrong!He stopped packing after I said I would do anything. Instead, the told me that he was going to keep packing and he was going to leave tonight and to expect that. He said that the only thing I could change was whether he would ever come back. Then he started to berate me. He went on for about an hour and every time that I argued or even just interrupted him, he would pack another article of clothing. I wish that I could say that I quickly grasped that it was not the time for. “Let’s go find a shelter,” I suggested.Margo held my arm and said, “Too late, Bucko.” The bombs were falling so we got away from the windows and hit the floor.It was pretty noisy for a while and when the crumping explosions stopped one row of planes was burning and the main runway was full of big holes. Sirens screamed and then the Spitfires roared past, chasing the bombers I guess.By the time the fires were out, it was getting dark so I found my assigned bed in the old dormitory, and Margo and. “Try taking smaller puffs,” suggested, taking the joint back and inhaling.Rory grinned sheepishly and took a smaller toke, inhaling, holding her breath. Her chest constricted a couple of times and a small puff of smoke escaped her nostrils, but she held it in.We smoked, passing the joint back and forth. A long forgotten, muted buzz settled over me. My body relaxed. Rory’s tokes became deeper. Worries melted away. The garden looked more lush, the colorful blooms prettier. So did Lady Gutenberg..