She switched her microphone to an internal channel and gave an order, then switched it back. The blood red numbers of the clock read "6:00" when the f...rst of the Sisterhood's execution devices was rolled onto the stage through the archway at the back of the arena, and brought to a stop next to the edge of the arena floor. Adjusted to a height of six and a half feet, it was a tall steel frame like the dangling chair. But where the dangling chair had a network of straps and chains, this device. If she were to tell me to get up andgo kill Michelle, I would at least get ready. I was powerless, Jenny hadit all.This slow, light rubbing had only been going on since shortly before shelit her cigarette and now she was close to being finished with it. Sheincreased her tempo with an increased sense of urgency and said "Tell mewhen you're close." I didn't wait, "I'm close!" I said, releasing thebreath that I was holding. She thrust her head down, her right hand, thehand holding the cigarette,. She saw Bobby’s eyes grow wider and heard his breath catch. ‘Would you like that?’ Bobby gulped, took a deep breath, and nodded. A big leather sofa sat along one wall of the room. Paulette guided Bobby to it and had him sit down. She knelt in front of him, bent her head and encircled the teenager’s straining shaft with her dusky lips. Bobby watched his pale shaft disappear slowly between Mrs. Dennison’s ebony lips and groaned with pleasure. God! Every place he went lately he got his cock. I wasn't upset, pleased, excited or anxious. I was disconnected from my emotions. I was just there. Time did not exist. I could have been there minutes, an hour or longer, I do not know. I was not aware of the passing of time.During that timeless interval, a dozen or so men approached me-one at a time-and looked me over. At the time, I knew I was being appraised for something. But what for? Again, I didn't know. I didn't care. Of the twelve or so, three of these men stood out from the rest.The.