She was lying on the big bed next to Al. Both were naked. Her head ached and her body was sore and bruised. Sophie did not remember the end of the eve...ing. She had drunk a lot of scotch to dull the shame and pain the four men—fueled up on pills and booze—had inflicted on her and Priscilla. She had done her best to protect the younger woman by playing the whore but to little purpose. Priscilla's genuine howls and her tearful pleas for mercy were what Ben and Doug wanted rather than Sophie's. "I wish I didn't have cheerleader practice." she said to herself. When she realized she'd said it out loud she found three people staring at her with astonished faces. Megan LOVED being a cheerleader."What's going on honey?" asked her mother.Megan had a dilemma. She'd been excited about being on the pill at first. But when she'd told Tommy about it, he'd gotten pushy in a hurry and she wasn't quite ready to go all the way yet. He was acting like a ... like she was just a piece of meat or. " You don't seem to understand! There is no way that we can comply with your request. It is just not physically possible. All that you need to do is to be patient for us to be gone from 'your' territory as quickly as we can manage." The situation is not negotiable! If you do not turn around and leave within the next two hours, we will attack. We will not talk to you any more."Well, that set the parameters for us to act. Computer finished creating the 12 Lithium Bombs that we needed and computed. She was one of the good-guy users of the Master PC program. There were so few of them that it would be nice to be in contact with another. But if he contacted her, it was possible that she'd want to break off all contact with him.Well, that wouldn't be so terrible. He knew that she wasn't going to come after him unless he did something bad. And he wasn't going to do that. Unless he caught the new user in the DFW area. A user that he called JQ35, after the first four characters of her MPC.