She immediately recognized that this boy was part bunny. His puffy tail and cute nose was a dead giveaway. However, the fact that he was a boy was les... obvious due to an unusually feminine body, small breasts, and lack of distinct bulge despite the short and thin rags that covered his wide waist.Allia, incredibly exhausted, was so overjoyed to meet another person her age rather than a weirdo. She leapt off her feet to give him a big hug and sighed heavily with relief. The bunny-boy was. It was as if they thought she had no feelings whatsoever. She was just being used for their entertainment. She was initially used for their sexual pleasure. Then they hunted her just for fun. Who knew what Rose had planned for her for the rest of the day? But right now, she was just a warm body draped across the horse to be fondled and played with as entertainment for Rose. And tomorrow, she was to be killed and stuffed to forever decorate someone’s home. She just wanted to scream!They. "Did ya like it?" Wendy asked."I'm in shock," I confessed."They're pretty good," she said. "Now, we're going to see the raw side of music."She set up her watch, grabbed my hand and wound the stem.We appeared outside a barrelhouse someplace south of Memphis in the Mississippi Delta, that flat flood plain that stretches from just south of Memphis to just past Vicksburg, Mississippi. The area is a warren of dirt roads and crossroads juke joints. She couldn't or wouldn't tell me exactly where we. I’m just wondering if it’s something only I’m noticing or if he just seems quirky to everyone.”“He doesn’t seem weird to me. He’s quiet, doesn’t talk to me much, but he’s always very polite.”“Does he have any weird stuff in your room? Anything that might give a clue as to where he’s from?”“Nope, or at least I haven’t seen anything. He did have a duffle bag with him that he keeps under his bed, but I don’t think there is anything weird in there.”‘A duffle bag? There may be some clues in there.’.