There were other voices, whooping and hollering. His blood ran cold. Those were the sounds of Indian braves. Laughter wafted to him on the gentle bree...e, a distinct feminine sound. Those were the squaws. Kicking his horse onward, the screams still came to him on the wind as he moved deeper into the valley. The walls climbed ever higher, the mesas hemmed him in, and now other gorges and arroyos either side of the central passage appeared.For more than an hour, John Henry Bain moved through the. He let himself in through the front door and stepped into the living room. He froze. His wife was bent over the couch with her pants around her knees, and the neighbor's twenty year old son Jeff was burried balls deep in her pussy. In horror all he could do was stand and stare as the young stud fucked her long and hard."Fuck me harder," June ordered, and the boy complied. "Fuck, don't stop. Give it to me!"He had never heard his wife talk like that. She had never wanted to talk like that. Dave. "Beall enjoyed the watery sunlight as he walked down Falls Street to the place where he had bought Annie's stove. He thought about Jonathan Sparks running. Was he really escaping, from what? No one had suggested that there was any real evidence pointing to Sparks in either crime, except that he knew the dead women and that he carried a big knife. If carrying a knife became a crime, there were a lot of men and not a few women who would be in trouble, thought Beall. Maybe Sparks was just fleeing. They alsodecided to ask the advice of a very special person, another Elder sisterin the service of the Light. Who had undergone a very similar thing,only in her case, it had occurred at age 15, and it WAS totallyinvoluntary, though no one had actually initiated it. The magic haddone it knowing it was best for all concerned.Grace McCarron had been born a male, Ryan Hunter, also a very athleticone. Lila, a classmate of his and a powerful witch herself had beenmurdered by the dark forces when.