This time she took the apple pieces, drawing a line from the mat to the box with the apples, leaving a little wet trace of apple juice on the ground. ...inally, she put the apple pieces down inside the box after she had lifted the top segment off, but put it back on to keep the inside of the box dark. Her little trap was set, now she just had to wait, in the mean time she continued throwing old balls and other small stuff out.From time to time she looked in the direction of the box, satisfied she. Raindrops sizzled and danced when they struck the smouldering forward section and the hatch, so Tristan had to leave his exploration until it had cooled.He looked about the scorched ground and found some sharp shards of metal lying near where the hull had exploded outwards. He tore a small piece from his shirt and wrapped one end of the shard with it. Now he had a serviceable knife. Constructing a shelter from the rain before they both suffered from exposure had to be a priority. He cut a few. She as yet had no clear idea of the interest in her the small man had begun to display.“The stones have certain qualities, it is said,” Mistress Heathcoate began. “I’m not talking about the famous ones, the ones everyone knows about up near Chipping Norton. Those stones have their stories and their celebrations, including those by godless pagans, but not like the stones near us. Our stones are not so well known. Here, she stopped and looked from one to the other. “You must not repeat what I am. I mean, you just . . .”“That is my point. I was the one that fingered your pussy; I was the one that stripped your clothes. So far, even though you have been cooperative, I have initiated all the action. We need you to initiate some action. What I want you to do is take lucky Larry over there and show us that you are willing to fuck us all weekend. Not to be too crude about it, but you need to show us that you want our sperm and that we can use your body however we please as many times as.