They just stood still, almost at attention; their eyes were facing forward. They didn't say anything or do anything. Julie walked over to him after po...ering up her PC."What do you think?" she asked quietly."Beats the shit out of me!" he replied."Do you want me to examine them, or you?" she asked. She had a hint of nervousness in her voice."I'll do it, it's okay." he said.Taking a deep breath, Michael walked over to the two. "Chip, take off your clothes and hop up on the table."Chip complied; as. Well, ... see you in a few minutes. Come on, Bozo."Poor guy. He looked dejected as he slumped down the hall, his shoulders stooped. I wasn't as tough on him as I could have been. Instead of woman stuff, I could have told him I was having woman trouble. That's something no man can confront.I went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and emptied my bowels. I did a quick wipe, one Sheryl Crow would have been happy with, then pulled out a bottle of Fleet enema I had stored under the sink. That's. Sweet mother of Jesus! You can’t . . . ohhhhh! It’s Heaven on . . . Ohhhhhhhhhh, Vic baby! Don’t . . . don’t stop d-d-d-doing what you’re d-d-d-doing! Please! I . . . I beg you! Don’t ever stop what . . . what you’re doing!”Stop? Why would he fucking stop? He needed the teasing bitch as excited as she’s ever been to get what both boys wanted from her. Shit! To get Anthony’s cock inside her teasing cunt and have him fucking his mother, she needed to be off the wall excited. No half. I shrugged off her observation. “Probably wolves. Let us take the horses outside anyway, and you can stay with them if you wish.” She refused, but I should have insisted. The interior of the fort was worse, and of course, no one would believe that ‘wolves’, or any other predator, could have gotten inside and done the same thing to those half-dozen-or-so bodies, one of whose face was virtually gone, as if peeled off (I vaguely recalled sitting atop someone and ‘slapping’ them with both clawed.