She just stood there in tears, shocked, terrified, as he started pulling off her clothes and his. By the time she had found her voice it was too late,...he'd taken her virginity, and he hadn't been gentle about it either. The worst part of it all was that he hadn’t needed to; she would have given herself to him willing, blinded as she was by the lie he sold her with a charming smile, and he knew it. “I saw the way you looked at him today,” he said suddenly, snapping her back into the present. Her. ” He pulled the kids in front of him. “Mike’s ten, and Cindy is seven. We get better handouts if we’re here as a family, then we go to the shelter later where they can always spend the night even if it’s too full for me.” Bill noticed that their local Marine had moved up to his side.“Let me see your Card, both of you.” As they both handed them over, he saw that the woman was not bad looking, but she looked very close to being thoroughly burned out, emotionally. The kids were in worn clothes,. If the people you're looking for came over the wall, that would be trespassing and I'd know about it."Riser placed a folder on the coffee table and opened it, spreading out four photos. Ken immediately recognized them as the four men who'd invaded his property to rape and murder people in his home."Do you recognize any of these men?" asked Riser.Well aware that Cordoba was watching him closely, Ken leaned forward and looked at the pictures, schooling his face into neutrality. Once he got a look. Before one had been whipped, one can only imagine the pain. That is terrible enough. But, believe me, the actuality is far, far worse. Indeed, it is incredible. Impossible to describe adequately, so awful is it. Just one single stroke of the whip contorts the mind as well as the body, yet the strokes go on and on and on.I can assure you that, while one is being whipped, one prays for the release of death.However, it is a release never vouchsaved one.Oh the devils... the devils... who rule.