He could only see a few Cherokee but could see the auras of more that were out of sight. The Cherokee band had spread across the land like a net to fi...d anyone they could that might provide intelligence about what awaited them."How were you able to select the right men?" Ben asked.Bear Brother looked troubled and didn't answer for a moment. Finally he said, "It felt right when I selected a brave to come with me. If one tried to come that didn't feel right I told him not to come." He shrugged. It has very frilly panties. I put on the lace collar and gloves. Then I put onmy 8" heels and fitted the little lace cap and looked in the mirror.It was getting more and more difficult to walk as the heels were getting taller.I looked like I should be Fiffy the maid. My legs looked great. I made a good-looking maid. I went to the kitchen and prepared lunch. I made sure that I heldmy hands with a limp wrist and swayed my hips. I entered the living room makingsure that I curtsied and announced. **Closing whatever it was that passed for eyes in this betweenplace, he nodded his understanding. "I choose . . ."~-----------~A hand shook gently at his shoulder and once again, he cameawake. "Are ya all right, Sister?" a big, gruff voice asked.His eyes opened and he found himself looking up at a very largecop with a grim-looking, flushed face. *Sister?* He brought hishand up toward his suddenly aching head and stopped it just abovehis eyes. His hand was so. . so small.And on the ring. There was no way for them to successfully fight and win against their numbers. Especially when their bites were capable of penetrating their flesh, as Brandon discovered to his dismay.The four of them managed to escape with some nasty bites and being poisoned. The physical wounds they had no problem with. Brandon and Tracy’s bodies would heal from those in quick order. The poison was another issue. It burned and caused intense pain that made it difficult for either of them to heal the wounds.