“This is the wendigo, or one of them anyway.”Bound in a straight jacket comprised of an unfamiliar polymer and strapped in a gurney in the center ...f the room, its body chained and bound to all four corners of the cell, lay the Wendigo. Several IV tubes were stuck in its arm and neck pumping powerful sedatives into its bloodstream from a nearby series of fluid filled bags.“This is highly unusual… I thought the Wendigo curse was only limited to the borders of Canada.” Wondered Reed, scratching. I gave the flask back to Frode and shrugged.“Thanks, I needed that. I’m happy there was no need to kill anyone.”Frode was silent for a moment but I could almost feel him looking at me. “I take it that you have killed, Stian.”I shrugged again. “For self-protection and in order to protect those I care about, yes. I can still see their faces if I close my eyes.”I didn’t tell Frode that, besides being able to see all those faces, I was also able to relive all those times. I was able to see what I. Being a woman is more thanjust the sum of our parts. Or do you think a woman with a hysterectomyisn't a woman?" Your Honor," Layton protested. "I want that last answer stricken fromthe record."The Judge shook his head. "I don't think so counsellor. While gender,itself, isn't on trial here, Ms. Stevens has raised a valid point."Chapter 26: Lessons in Hate"Reverend Barrons," the reporter called out. "May we have a moment ofyour time?" Certainly," Reverend Barrons smiled as he stepped away from. I began with his neck, kissing and licking gently down it until I got to that bit where it met his shoulder and set my teeth down lightly. His hands kneaded my breasts and I pinned his wrists to the bed. It was my turn to pay him some attention. I got to my knees, one either side of his waist, holding myself up and off him and looked him over. Taking his hard penis in my hand, I used it on my pussy, played with it against my opening, over my clit, and it was wonderful. I raised my upper body.