Ancient Harry, a good friend of Paul's, had taken the photographs during his time as a housemaster: he had spent twenty years teaching ancient history...and music to public schoolboys, and the photographs depicted all the boys he had been able to seduce from 1947 to 1964.Every boy in the collection could be seen in and out of school uniform; and there were dozens of group sessions featuring boys having sex with Paul and Graham, a man I was to meet a week later.Being a good organizer, I decided to. After several hours of driving the car stops and the trunk opens, and I blink my eyes trying to see in the sudden light.When my eyes start working correctly I’m shocked to see a small, petite, redhead that looks to be in her late teens. I’m confused, wondering who she could possibly be, until I meet her eyes and she smiles a chilling smile and my blood runs cold as I realize she is the voice.“As far as you are concerned, my name is Mistress Red. Do not speak. Go sit in the passenger seat and. Just before the column arrived, Captain Tjorius rode along the road looking at the walls, smiling. “When they get here, they will have a difficult time seeing our men. The sun will be right in their eyes,” he chuckled.Hearing that, I moved down from the wall and stood behind the wagon in the south gateway. Shortly after that, the column rode up, stopping when the officer saw me. “You,” he said accusingly, “have a runaway slave among those you bought.”“Every slave that I took out of Port Zamfara. He was so big that all the people around him were looking up, in awe at his size. He looked even bigger wearing a sport coat and slacks."Hi y'all. I'm Donny Wilson," came from the giant with a thick country accent. "I was born and raised in Winslow, Arkansas. Now you probably won't find it on a map, but if you were to go to the Ozark National Forest, my little town is right on the western edge. I can tell you that we have some of the best hunting in the state. I'm still getting used to the big.