“Would you like to see the pig, cunt?” He asks her with a wicked edge to his voice. “The big pig that’s going to fuck you?”Siobhan nods, and...asks, almost too quiet and nervous for us to hear, “Can I see it please, master?”Master D smiles and steps aside – letting her move to the edge of the stall and look down at our pig, Winston, who is snuffling around on the floor as usual, rooting through a pile of dirty straw. He’s just as big as we remember ... Lumbering around on short, ugly legs, his. We figured that with eight beams striking the target (we all had two ray guns), eventually we could breach the walls.The building should collapse if enough of the wall were removed. When that happened, the aliens on the roof would be sufficiently injured when they fell so that they would not be able to stop us from destroying the distillery. If the ray guns and the falling building did not do enough damage, we still had the thermite bomb to finish the structure off.Okay, we had what we thought. It had been a year after all since she had started and there were possibly new items she had yet seen. As she neared the back, a black Gothic antique mirror caught her eye. It was a full-length mirror nearing her height from the floor and had cobras carved into the sides. Being a Goth she took a liking to it and started looking herself over in it. Her silky black hair was shoulder length when worn straight, but she typically kept it in pigtails. Her white button-down barely kept her d cups. The friend she was looking for was me, and I was out covering Brodie's work. Because Brodie knew her from her previous visits to see me he told her where I was working.Not bothering to wait for me to come in from the field, she came out and after a short greeting asked if our agreement from the spring was still good. I still had not made a decision if I wanted to continue and I told her. Explaining my reasons why I did not want to continue I told her how a few reporters were still buzzing.