It was hard for me not to laugh because I had been through the same thing. The main difference was that I had thoroughly enjoyed them poking around in...my cunt. It fact I was turned on and my little clit had come out of its hood.My Mother and I had talked a few years ago about what she did for a living. She told me not to tell anyone, or they would take me away from her as an unfit Mother. At the time I really didn't have any friends, so there was no problem. Mother was working and Jill and I. "Well either way it works out for us. If Sir Dusty can't stop this then we move ahead and stop it. If he can, then the people are happy," said the Queen.Before Rachel could respond the crystal in her pocket started to vibrate."Excuse me a second your Majesty, I will be right back," said Rachel as she bowed.Excusing herself she stepped into the hallway."Rachel, we need to go with plan "B". I know we didn't cover it, but get Daniel and make sure your touching him and the Queen at the same time. She would never again see her mother, and for this to be the last memory of her, was more than 27 could handle.Through the town, the cart made its slow journey. The journey was always done this way, so that others may see what would happen to them if they, too, disobeyed the rules and were transported and disowned.Once beyond the town the cart picked up speed, and 27 watched as the settlement disappeared behind her, wondering what would now become of her. She had heard stories about the far. The putrid smell, meandering up his nose was one he hoped he would never have to endure again. Reaching the door, he listens to make sure The Rat is alone. The last thing he needed is to have barged in and come face to face with a group of drunken squatters. Hearing the tele making a racket but no voices, he knocks on the door.Opening the door, The Rat, with his usual charming look, sways in the doorway."Oh hell I've not seen you in a while, what do you want now?" slurs the Rat"We need a chat.