They're going to ... force us," I asked timidly."If they have to. I've learned its better if you just go with the flow and let them do whatever they w...nt."Now I was terrified. I stood up. "I've got to go," I said excitedly. I turned to walk toward the door. I hadn't taken three steps when Tom was on me. He literally picked me up from behind pinning my arms to my sides. I struggled as hard as I could, but he was so much bigger than me that it was futile.He looked over to the bartender. "Close up. He really was such a sweet boy, and very well-connected, the heir to an ancient Barony. Yes! He would do very nicely as a future mate!After Giles's seed had safely been disposed of, the conversation turned to the subject of the Fete, to his disquiet. He had only come up with one idea and was uncertain whether or not to raise it. Finally he plucked up enough courage."What about a knife-throwing act, Julia? They always use a beautiful young lady for that kind of thing and they don't come any more. .. That seemed to pale into insignificance, though, when hethought about what he had done in class today. And the worst thing wasthat, as he thought about it, he realised his hand was inside hisknickers, touching his new anatomy in way that definitely shouldn't belinked to the memory of messing yourself in front of everyone who usedto worship you.***The school psychiatrist grinned a very unprofessional grin, walkingover to his laptop and hitting a few keys. As he left the office, thegrin was. Neither one said anything, soz I figured that they weren't hurt all that bad. "OK, sit on your hands." They did that, and I reloaded the empty chamber.I picked up my rifle, but I kept them covered with my shotgun. I had them pick up their dead friend and lead me to their horses. I kept them covered while they tied his body to his horse. I had them mount and I used piggin' strings to tie their hands to their saddle horns. I tied their feet together out of their stirrups by leading the rope under.