"So, T.J. and I piled into my '57 Chevy and hauled ass for the abandoned Blanchard Mansion about a mile or so out on Three Mile Road. It was Halloween...night, 1958, and we'd nothing better to do. We'd do our own little version of "trick or treating."T.J. and I were both eighteen and due to graduate from good old CTHS in the spring. Our girlfriends were off doing some "girl thing" with a group of their friends, so T.J. and I were left to our own devices for the night. More like vices."When we. .. ohh!" Yeah, like I said, it's through avenues not really available to everyone." Yeah, I see that. Man, that sucks." I don't know ... there is still a lot we don't know about this. I mean, it could shorten the lifespan of everyone affected to like, twenty years old or something. We just don't know." Yeah, I guess," he said, not sounding convinced.I stood up and he followed suit, getting the message that our conversation was at an end."Josh, I want to make it clear again, do ... not ... tell. Good gurl, I knew you wouldn't disappoint Me, you won't regret it and I shall enjoy bringing you through this and watching as your pleasure grows as you've always hoped it would. Here are your instructions of what you will need. If you do not have the items, buy them and show them to Me and I will let you know if they meet My expectations. 1. You will have both your nipples pierced and show Me. This is to be done immediately so they will have some time to heal before you come to Me. 2. You. " So..." Anatoly said into the silence that followed. "Does that meanPlan B?" Surely, we're not at that point already?" Brian asked, shocked."I think we are," Alex replied. "It has been quite clear it isn't goingto stop the attacks. It doesn't even see them as attacks. We have todefend ourselves. Let's go get it ready."Anatoly watched as Alex and Brian readied the bomb. Gabrielle moved overand gripped the handrail next to him. Anatoly couldn't help noticing howthe skin colors of their hands.