‘‘First off, the big question; how are the California martial law orders working out?’’ Candy asked.‘‘You are referring to operation ‘Su...shine’. Eighty thousand homeless have been moved to Camp Parks, they have had the opportunity to bathe, been issued new clean clothes, fed and are sleeping in hurricane recovery tents on cots, not on sidewalks. Those deemed to have mental issues or medical issues are being housed separately and medical teams are taking care of their needs.’’‘‘Fifteen thousand. Once there she was stripped of her abaya, harem dress, slippers and every trace of adornment. Her jewellery was removed, and even her lipstick was wiped off. As she stood shivering slightly she looked round the room and quickly recognised it for what it was, a torture chamber. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety. She’d been very pleased to discover he’d been concealing the towering shape of a pretty impressive space-flight rocket all this time, packed with thousands of pounds of thrust and undoubtedly with all the force he needed to achieve escape velocity.That hidden hard-on was a thrilling representation to Kelly, a manifestation of all the effort she’d put in planning her questions and guiding these geeks on the right course. Despite Brian’s attempts at seeming disinterested in taking things further,. I manage to fend them off and just hold their hands. Kim holds Dahlia’s other hand, and Moira has Carol’s. All the girls have goofy grins on their faces.We walk around the halls like this. People stare. The girls deflect any question I have about what they are doing. The bell rings, telling us to go to class, and all four girls walk me to my locker. One by one, they kiss me on the cheek to say goodby before they head off to their own lockers.I get to gym class, and I am pleased that Carol and I.