I began blushing.She whispered in my left ear, “Take off your top.”You can imagine my inner reaction. My face jumped to a red hot chili pepper dar... red, my neck was burning with heat, and I was quite unable to go ahead. I then saw my Owner’s lovely, but malicious smile, as she whispered:“Well, I will, then. Don’t move.”Immediately her fingers began unbuttoning my blouse, button by button, very, very slowly. Now and then she was gazing at the gondolier. This time in a loud voice she said:“Let’s. " Brand bent down, his face close to hers, Rav thinking this was a new game, put his face next to Brands and Bitsy's. Brand turned his face to look at Rav and Rav giggled and kissed him. Bitsy started to laugh at the look of surprise on Brand's face. Brand looked at Bitsy "eat your dinner, brat", she shoved the plate at him "you eat it!." he shoved it back at her. A very annoyed Bitsy grabbed the food off the plate and crammed it into her mouth "happy now" she mumbled.Trink wandered around the. It wasn't even a viable life. You were alone and frightened." Damned right it's different!" she shouted. "Don't give me all the crap about viability and only ten weeks and not a crime. I've heard it all from Dr. McCall. I wasn't raped. I wasn't drugged or forced. I murdered the fruit of our love. I aborted a little piece of us. That little fetus was our son or daughter. He wasn't a rapist or a murderer. He wasn't a monster. He didn't deserve to die. I thought I was being brave and doing what. ” the curtain covering the front window drew aside. “I’d hate to break Mrs. Simpson’s front window. Glass costing what it does.” behind the glass, a double-barreled shotgun could be seen aimed at the riders.A loud whistle came from the barn. The raiders turned as a third person dressed like the first stepped out, followed by another who moved off to the side. Both were carrying carbines. A third could be seen in the hayloft door.Then the sound of hoofs brought their attention back to the cabin..