" I'm fine," she lied as she rubbed her hands. "It was nothing. I justwasn't expecting a good vampire." You sure?" Yeah, let's go get that box."Susa..., Mary, and Rebecca walked away into the woods. "So what are wegoing to do now?" Mary asked. "We can build a house out here," Susan said."Are you sure we shouldn't have gone back to get the machine, just incase?" Mary asked.Susan turned around a glared at her, "No. We'll be perfectly finewithout it."---A short time later..."Hurry up, we have. Luckily, the milk we'd brought back with us had survived the trip.Lena brought me my tea and the mail to sort through. It was mostly bills, a couple of postcards, one was from Carol and Patti on holiday in France. I hoped that they'd had a better break than we'd had. After a second cup of tea and some biscuits, I fired up my beautiful iMac and checked my e-mail. Lena busied herself with the unpacking and sorting out the washing; there were several pairs of knickers in need of a good wash. My. After what seemed an eternity the trunk opened and before us were twohulk-men in uniform with a pistol to their side. They grabbed us one atone and we finally we were out of this awful trunk. We were in a hugegarage with floor in Carrara Marble. With the Limo were other luxuriouscars; car I saw only on the magazine-cover in the bookstall: Ferrari,Rolls, Lamborghini.I counted us, we were twenty. All the same age from seven to nine, allnaked, all black and all skeleton-like due to the poor diet;. It certainly made their treehouse a place of desirable interludes for the young lads with adventure on their immature minds. Somehow, the aspect of heavy-duty spanking became more of an entertainment feature of treehouse life and Sylvia was put to duty more often than not nicely bent with skirt pushed up over the sturdy table they used for card playing and eating of snacks. She would grasp the worn wooden corners with her strong long fingers and offer up her backside for humiliating pounding by.