I walked through. It opened into a vast underground chamber, with stonework walls, arches, and vaulted roofs. Candles were burning on huge iron candle...ticks, and on ledges protruding from the walls. Oil lamps were burning on tables, which, apart from a few pillows on the uneven stone floor, were the only furniture. The woman, standing next to one of those tables, was older than I was, simply dressed, not looking much different from those in the other opened stalls that I had seen, only her eyes. Among mymost prized possessions are the three sets of titties I had custom madeby a Hollywood special effects/makeup artist. When I put them on andadd a little foundation makeup it's nearly impossible to believe theyare not real. The skin tone matches mine perfectly and the nipples,which protrude about 3/4s of an inch on the largest set, are just ripeto be toyed with.After months of preparation I finally decided it was time to ventureout into the world. As I dressed for the occasion I wanted to. 2012 - I've been in America for 2 years. Things gone to shit on job and home-life front. I'm coming back home, just enough time to spend with my maternal grandparents before the inevitable. Got a new job - doing okay. Wife gets her visa to join me but the fun of our first two years is already diminished. I need to re-form my social life.2016 - I'm living my life through social media - reconnecting with people. The redhead pops up on there but that's all it is. My 'new' friend who introduced me. Femalearmor?"Verea giggled."Fake armor and fake weapons. Remember. They will be working the fields.Exposed to enemies who want to either rescue them or think of them asworkers. Which they want to kidnap. From afar they will look like alarge troop of our warriors."Cole nodded and watched on in disbelief. The prisoners, his formercompanions, didn't like it one bit. But some sticks with lightning ontheir tips quickly pacified them. Those looked painful and Cole was gladhe sat up here, on his.