Anubis was smirking at her. Casually waving a document, he bared his teeth in a cocky grin as though he had won some sort of game. “You are now my v...ry own P.O.W.: ‘plunder of war,’ and my leave is effective immediately. It’s good to be the general’s son.”Thankfully, she did not have to ask to use a latrine; he needed to use one, too. The outhouses were crude, but what could she expect from savages? Why, just as he marched her towards another exit of the base as briskly as he could, she. She was thinking 'Christ everyone in this town is a lesbian ... including me; it seems.'"I can make arrangements" the now excited clerk assured the woman in the cell. When she reached the lower travel limit two or three inches below her crotch Heather barely hesitated before shrugging the orange polyester garment off her shoulders. The baggy prisoner's uniform did a free fall and landed in a heap around her bare feet. Mary Ellen was treated to the live version of the erotic display she'd. ”Stacy watched the woman disappear again, back down the hall. It still amazed her every day: how ambivalent the middle-aged daydreamer was to their activities. She tried to imagine her own mother finding out about all this, not to mention regularly seeing it. All she came up with was a white hot wall of rage and disgust. But Ms. Jay would quite happily chatter the day away with her, asking about school and her hobbies; all while one, t’other or both the boys were pounding away inside her. In. They decided to do that the next day. Their meal arrived and the food was as spectacular as the scenery! The gourmet chefs had outdone themselves, and she asked to speak with them, as she knew them from her days of living here. They were brothers, and one of them came into the dining room from the kitchen, and she spoke with him in German, his mother tongue. They conversed, slipping from English to German and back again. She introduced the two men, and they shook hands. The German chef.