The rough wood scratched her back and buttocks. She had given up struggling some time ago, thinking that many of the women who entered this hut never ...ame out again. Perhaps, if she complied, she might just see tomorrow, perhaps even the day after, although her future and that of the other fifteen hundred women in the prison camp, was very uncertain. She had been brought here only a month ago, but in that time, she had been beaten, interrogated and half starved. Too many women had been taken. ”Standing over the dead hooker, I repeated myself.“Just do the damn job.”A smile split Jones’ face. It was our code now. They were off the leash, able to do anything they wanted as long as it wasn’t traced back. The word would go out – Jones and Johnson were going to be out looking for Deke. If he was smart, Deke would head to the nearest patrolman and turn himself in with a signed confession in hand. Of course, I’d heard a lot of things about Deke, but the word “smart” hadn’t figured in any of. "And you spoke to no one other than Maigret regarding the matter?"He shook his head. "No one -- but Jules Maigret may have mentioned it to others; those grognards are greater gossipers than washer women." Would one of the grognards be a Colonel Ashby de La Zouche by any chance?"Gerard De Pardieu's face turned white. "Nom de chien! That spawn of the devil. What has he got to do with this?" It was he who followed me - and gave the orders for me to be killed. De La Zouche seemed to think that. " Oh!" said the teenager. "Well, it seems... you know... strange or something... for him to be all naked in front of us." We're all family here darling." said Valerie. "And none of us should be ashamed of our bodies. Especially around family. We all love each other, and that's what's important."Megan, who had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach from staring at her brother's cock, decided that maybe him running around naked wasn't so bad after all. "OK" she said, simply. "Now... body.