The woman was always different too. She always had dark hair and eyes, but varied in skin tone and other dimensions. But I knew. It was her. It was al...ays her.She had lived as long as Theodore had. She had the same ability to transfer to another body when it came time.Shutting out the memories took a bit of effort. I looked at Michael."What is it?" he asked."Fiona is long lived. Her mark is complex and has grown over many, many lives."Michael shook his head and Steven looked dumbfounded.. But then she suddenlypulled over to the curb and stopped. What was she doing? Was she going tomake me walk down the street to get to her car? But she told me to waitby the curb for her. I debated what to do.The answer became obvious in a few seconds. I heard voices coming fromthe other end of the street and turned to look. What Lucy had seen that Ihadn't was a group of older teenagers, four boys and four girls walkingdown the sidewalk towards me. I knew Lucy expected me to stand there andsuffer. . something of an adventure for him, but not a well-paying one, it turns out.I told him I planned to spend the night in Calais and that seemed to pique his interest. It was already after 1 a.m. on our trip and I guess he knew there wasn't much going on in Calais in October, so he was fishing for an invitation to share... something.We got off together in Calais - just he and I and an older couple. There was a small bar in the station and I offered to buy him a beer. He had already told me he. We will therefore switch to a heavier cane. Carl?”Carl the guard handed the first girl in line, who looked around 15, a much thicker cane. It was about half as thick as Cliff’s penis - Carl made her hold it next to it in order for the camera to capture the relative thicknesses of cane and penis even for the benefit of those seated further away. The girl then brought the cane down on his shaft - Cliff screamed out, the crowd cheered. Some of the girls hit harder than others; some managed to hit.