Another of the men, with blonde hair, a ring in his ear and tattoos along his penis came closer and caught your arm, “If she wants to spy on us it�...s only fair that we cop a good eyeful too!”. With that two others came forward and held you until, pressed between the bulging flesh of several large men, you found yourself being stripped quickly of your clothes until all that remained were your slippery wet knickers. These were torn from your hips in one quick painless movement. Your mind wanted to. But Lenna is too big a target for the traditionalists to not attempt to humiliate my Father over.”“Well, if you need a bodyguard, I know just the man,” I chuckled.“Who?”“Tu’tar, would you escort my friend Ilzik on his declaration day and deal with any minor inconveniences who may intend to spoil it for him?” I asked the Mazdani who was sitting quietly examining his weaponry for any sign of damage, despite it not having been used recently as well as having been examined the day before.“I would. ” “Yeah, if you’re an teen-age girl who still sleeps with her teddy bear.” I have to admit, I kind of felt bad about that one, noting the hurt look in her eyes as it hit the mark. I made a mental note to myself to make it up to her. She liked shoes. Maybe I could take her shoe shopping later. Or I could just let her watch while I castrated myself with a hammer. We watched in near silence, the occasional sound of her zipper creating far more tension than the sight of a quartet of gaily. The route up to the battlefield was a quiet, scenic two-lane road, with interesting views, but Vicky couldn't help but wish she was riding it on the Street Hawk -- a bike made for a road like that. The battlefield was interesting; they stopped at the visitor center for a self-guiding tour map, and drove around checking it out. They stopped at the Wheat Field, near the north end of the park. It was quiet, except for aged monuments standing in many places around the field, denoting this event or.