Huge pre-war speakers bolted on top, megaphones of doom and destruction. Of course, Lauren would not have known if they were announcing the start of a... uprising or the latest lottery winners. But the message was expected and simple.'Leave now, go south. Move quickly, taking only what you can carry. The Nationalists are all murderers and won't spare you. If you're male and aged between twenty and forty then stay and defend.'Lauren looked at Emma glumly. It had really happened, just as everyone. ."I didn't hear much after that. A short, hefty black woman walked across the porch carrying a screaming Michael, his hands reaching back for Amber, who was being held back by the police officers. You could tell she was in tears, trying to push against the officers to get at her son.I thought I'd have a certain feeling of satisfaction at my dreams come to life. I thought I'd feel a little elated watching Amber's life break down into ruin. I admit I did feel a kind of weight lessening on my. I’m wearing that pink, see-through baby-doll you like. You know, the one that can barely contains my large breasts. Can you remember the first time I put it on for you, how I danced for you, the way I straddled your lap, my fingers tracing across my soft skin, before slipping the straps slowly off my shoulders? You couldn’t resist taking my large breasts in your hands, pulling and tweaking my nipples, delighting with the look of pleasure on my face.” She slipped the straps of her nightdress. What am I laying on... a cot? I don't think so... The texture is cold, smooth, and my exposed skin sticks to it a little. Leather? No, that’s not quite right either.Vinyl. It’s an exam table. What the fuck is going on here?There are hands touching me, moving over and under my clothes, incidentally massaging me with strong fingers. What clothing I have left is being stripped away. A great yawn escapes my lips as I manage to open my eyes with adequate vigor to keep them from immediately.