‘I’m no dyke, you know,’ she protested as I saw a brief flash of skin above her thigh-highs. ‘And not every girl that works here gets off on i....’ I smiled, thinking of Stacey and how she’d changed my mind about that. Jenny was a cute girl, and — no, I had bigger fish to fry. ‘The guys with me — what do you know about them? Be honest.’ ‘Hunter and the Bills?’ Jenny raked me with a disdainful look. ‘They’re regulars. Usually here with a guy named Len. They’re pigs, all of them, I’ve had to take. We were being raucous and unruly, teasing and titillating, showing both purposefully and accidently, as young girls do, without thinking and not really caring.My sister was here before, one year ago to the date, back then she had stayed behind for her own portfolio, by the same old man, and as I sat looking at him eyeing-up my class friends, I knew what was going through his head, each parted pair of legs or blouse front, each tight pair of denims, yes I knew how his mind salivated over the. You see some of us became something else, something that infects others to thrive. They wish to control us all. I understand you dont wish to be here and we will construct you a boat to escape, sleep now and when you awaken you will see the wonders of this island while we prepare your escape." The last few words seemed merely whispers as everything faded to black. When I woke up I noticed I was in a cot next to a fire in one of the wooden huts. Across from me I saw what looked like a large. "The women were not amused by his comment, and at least one of them, Diana, knew he was serious, grin or not."Alright, we're going to walk through a firing stage, although we're going to only dry fire. Since your trays with your equipment are setting beside you, you won't have to turn around to do this. "Firing positions! That means step to the position I've showed you." When everyone had done so, he continued, "Put your safety glasses and ear protection on. And, " as several of the women said.