She couldn't see much, because of the men who surrounded her, blocking her view. They were all enjoying this opportunity to gawp at a bare and helples... woman.To her dismay, a small misshapen figure approached her, the midget, Billy. He stood in front, gazing at her breasts and belly, his gnomish face only inches from her. She couldn't stand him so close."Wont be long now, Blondie," he said in his strange piping voice, "and then it'll be my turn to have you to myself. Just you and me"."Get away. Instead of the Park Cafe where he had first met Kat, he had his morning coffee in the Forge Dam cafe a couple of miles further up the valley. It was a clear, sunny day, but the temperature was right on freezing. There was no temptation to dally or sit outside.Meanwhile, at home, Carole was sitting on a small rush mat in Kat’s little henge. Rhiannon and Kat were dancing, spinning, anti-clockwise – widdershins, that is – around the perimeter. Aibhilin was also dancing, but in the centre, and she. And it was tiny. I'd say it was about a metre and a half in width and length. I was ushered in, and the cell door, well it was more of a doggy door, was closed and padlocked behind me. Inside I was surrounded by stone walls, apart from the cage bars."I hope you're comfortable in there. I've always wanted to keep a teenager in a cell." He might have called it a cell, but it smelled like a pigsty. And I guess that made me the pig. As sweaty as I was the dirt was staining my skin with nice shades. “I’m so excited for this final challenge! Are you ready to hear it? The six of us excitedly responded that yes, we were ready and were all very excited. “Alright, let’s get serious for a minute,” Kimberly’s voice changed from its normal overly positive up-speak tone to a deeper tone that meant business. “Remember, this is all voluntary. None of the things you do…or don’t do… will guarantee you getting in or being cut. You can stop or not participate at any time. It’s supposed to be fun and.