Lucy’s screaming became more and more intense with each ratchet. It soon became clear to me that there was no way that the skin would stretch to al...ow the metal b**st to slide out. She was going to split.Two more ratchets and the pear shot out, tearing through Lucy’s rectal passage in at least 3 places. She slumped forward in her restraints, a broken lady. blood spurted from her ruined anus. “Chloe” I said, handing her the soldering iron “get those wounds sealed before she bleeds to death. . What was going on?He stopped ten feet away and then noticed that someone else had stopped ten feet away on the other side of the mating dogs, a girl roughly his age who he’d never seen before. He skirted around to the right to get closer to the girl. Slender and tall, light brown hair halfway down her back, a lovely face, she had a certain mystery to her expression when she looked at him. She was wearing a tan sundress.“Is that your dog?” he said.“Which one?” asked the girl.“The male. The. I watched her while I was swimming: she was standing, adjusting her hair and watching the girl playing with some other kids, and when I came out, on impulse I walked right over to her and spoke to her in French – it’s a French island.“Madame,” I said quietly into her ear. “Vous etes tres belle. Ne l’oubliez pas jamais.” That is (probably not quite correct but close enough, “Madame, you are very beautiful. Never forget that.”She was slightly taken aback, but recovered quickly and mumbled,. I agree, as my own journey was quite cool. “I picked up a couple of hitch-hikers; it was nice to return the kindness, after hitching the length and breadth of the country during the eighties and nineties. Could tell you some funny stories, but another time. Today’s hitching, hippy girls were young and pretty, but they could have used a bar of soap! Have either of you hitchhiked very much?” “Patricia, you like horses, don’t you? One of those girls had a nice story; she lived in a horse-drawn.