Five of the seven that Wexler visited.”Daddy said, “Preaching the Meriwether gospel.”I nodded, excitement building.Sandra pointed to a single sh...et with ‘WHITES’ at the top. I’d seen it before — the FBI’s best approximation of an organization chart for that Wyoming compound. She drew a line from the top box, Wheilhelm Wagner, to a blank, hand-drawn rectangle. Used a red Bic and wrote, Kurt Schmidt.“We hadn’t known about Schmidt. Low profile, never attends a rally, doesn’t make speeches, doesn’t. Expecting it to be an old man she was pleasantly surprised to see Tina. She invited Tina in and got them both a soft drink, while Tina sat on the couch. Tina had come from school and apparently still had questions. "So, how can I help you?" Rhonda says cheerfully. "Well, I was wondering how the guys treat you after a night like Saturday." Tina says plainly. Rhonda leans back thinking and says, "If I were to hang out with them all of the time, they would treat me like shit. They won't see me. Mark wanted to invite a female friend of his who loved to "play dead", to attend the party. The idea turned me on like crazy. To find a woman who was going to be as perverted as a bunch of guys was a real find. I contacted my other buddy and was pleased to learn that he would love to fuck my wife, and it didn't matter that she was dead. He went along with the whole idea without any protests. The next day I arrived at the funeral home at about six and gave Mark a short sheer negligee and. The man warily circled around her. Samantha’s nostrils flared as she caught the man’s scent, and the promise of long-deferred mating. Still she prowled along the edge of the cage, never taking her eyes off the intruder. Once, when she lashed out at him with her long fingernails, he cracked the whip without the leather tip touching her—more to control her than to hurt her, Darcie noticed.The owner sprang forward with agility. His gauntletted hand grasped the steel ring on the woman’s collar and.