' The air shimmered and the body of a meter-high, long-legged spider appeared. Béla shrieked. Both girls jumped back and stared, astounded."You are w...ll, Revered Mother?" the spider asked politely, looking (?) at Béla.Béla stared back, her eyes full of terror. Then she blinked several times, as though coming out of a trance. She looked down at her healing body. There didn't seem to be any ill effects from giving birth to a million spiders, other than the fact that she was covered in her own. As such, they have to be examined with regard to the perspective of the individual who wrote them. A discussion about alcohol written by a guy who occasionally has a couple shots of whiskey during a celebration is going to be different from that of an abolitionist," Victoria answered with a shrug of her shoulders."I see," William said thinking about it. "So what kinds of things do you spend your time looking at?" Honey, if it deals with humanity I'm interested in reading about it," Victoria. "Do it girls." she shouted. Without any rehearsal and doing it in a spontaneous method the females were showing the males how to do this type of dancing. It was as suggestive as hell. The females in the audience were doing a strip tease without removing their clothes. A few managed to undo their bras, pull them out from their sleeves and launch them into the air. Men dove for these articles of clothing."Yessssss," Rick said quietly as he watched his wife leading some four hundred girls in this. Her spine arched and her body stiffened as her limbs tensed against the lash. She cried out, but the yell was cut short by a gasp of pain as the whip whistled and cracked behind her. Looking down, she saw her naked breasts glistening with sweat, her nipples curiously hard and shiny as though displaying some kind of strange arousal. Looking up and straight ahead she saw three villagers, two men and a woman, standing barely six feet from the whipping posts. Like her, they were in their early.