“Never seen him in my life.”By this time the men in the ambulance had put the body on a gurney and put it in the rear of their vehicle. Walking ov...r, the second officer gave the rescue squad drivers the information from the dead man’s wallet.“If you don’t mind, Mr. Anderson, we’ll ask you to follow us to our station. We’ll have some forms to fill out.”“I completely understand,” Bob replied casually. “This wasn’t exactly in my plans for the evening, but I’ll do what I can to help you.” It was. "Hi boys," the farmer said in German, "hungry?" In a hurry," the officer replied, "but thanks. Seen any strangers around here?" Not here. Haven't lost any stock either since they cleared that village. Lazy bastards, I don't know what else you can do with them?" True," the officer agreed, "how's your workers?" Stupid! Poles, what do you expect? No work ethic. You have to show them the smallest task and then stand over them, otherwise they just sit down and do nothing."The officer looked. Carl tried to calm down but his stepmother wasn't goingto allow that to happen. She got out her shopping packages Carl hadbrought in and started looking through the bags. She pulled out a pinknylon lace half slip and asked Carl, "Would you like to try this one?"Carl stuttered, "ah, no, is the hour up yet?"She continued with a pair of pink lace panties with ruffles in the backand kept taunting Carl, "Why don't you give in to your sissy faggotdesires, you know you want to cream your panties! A. Mostly they were the kinds of things every girl imagines: tossing her head in the wind as her gorgeous palomino mare rocked across an open grassland; the mysterious dark-haired man who would catch up to her on his wild bay stallion and ride laughing alongside. Princes and castles and sometimes even babies. She also liked to imagine other things, though. The strange dark man who took her away from her loving Prince, tied her up and forced himself upon her; the feeling of his rough, bruising.