“The others don’t know how to do it?” I asked.“To say the least,” she said with a snort. “I hurt you, I know. You don’t owe me a thing. ...ut it’s been so long.”“What, you can’t find a guy or a girl to get you off?”My tone might have been a bit bitter. After we broke up, she sent me some rather nasty emails. I deleted them and chalked them up to her being upset about the breakup. She instigated it, and I did not look back. I figured she had moved on as well.“If that were only the case,” she said. They planned to shoot her while her back was turned. The image of bullets hitting her was obviously from their minds. In theirs she would be heavily wounded at the very least before they finished her off.Obviously neither knew of her Harreden heritage, or at least the fact that bullets won't hurt a Harreden because of their tough skin. Sure it might seem soft upon touch, a human would be hard pressed to know the difference. The problem was that Harreden could instinctively harden themselves. Bobbie Sue knew that both womenwere now studying her backside view. She suddenly felt like a fish in a fishbowl. (When she left home yearning for adventure this is not what she had envisioned.) Bobbie Sue blinked to try and dry her eyes. She knew the policewomen werein complete control of her now and there was nothing she could do about it.Bobbie Sue felt some gloved hands start roaming over her naked skin. They ranover her ass cheeks, over her thighs, even lightly brushing her sex. She. As with the creek bath, it took Geeta a little while to get used to seeing food cooked on the stove and the crunchiness of the chips, but in the end, she admitted, "Your ways are strange, Mike, but the food is so good. It has been so much fun today. It is a lot better than gathering roots and berries like I did at my old home." Geeta, you may not understand this, but in my mind, you have nothing that can stop you from doing anything. You have been blessed with great strength and that makes you.