The poor girls being ridden were clearly exhausted. And, oh my god, those poor little schoolgirls on the end of leashes, trussed up like dogs.?Rein’... wonderful wits computed the situation in microseconds. She had to communicate: this was her only chance. She had been in these woods for nearly four-full-months now, and winter was coming on. She could be pretty sure of hypothermia and death come the snows. She had always known she would be rescued.?This was obviously not a rescue party as such.. .. boy was I in store for our meeting. I began to ask her if we could meet but she always said she was busy or people were at her house. Eventually I got so horny I began to beg, but still no luck. I hadn't seen a picture of Renee nor talked to her on the phone, our sexual relationship was solely based on turning one another on over typing. One fateful night I logged on and remember seeing the message "come to my house and show me your cock." I got very excited but again thought this was just. We’d been to watch the college football team get beaten. Again. Mike was driving me home. We have quite a piece of land and half way along our drive, approach road or whatever you want to call it, there’s a pull-off. For some reason I wanted to stop. ‘Mike, pull over. There, between the trees.’ ‘OK, Meg.’ He pulled over and switched off the engine, and the lights. It wasn’t quite full dark, so there was enough light to see each other. That night I was wearing denim cut-offs and a halter top.. In Auburn the women, who outnumbered men by approximately four to one, did all of the day to day chores such as wood gathering, food gathering, and, of course, laundry, childcare, and cooking. This left the men free to handle such duties as guard detail, weapons maintenance, and militia operations. This division of labor was not just a matter of the townspeople following traditional gender roles, it was a law, handed down by Colonel Barnes himself, and it was strictly enforced. In the new world.