"Eat. Drink. You all look like you need it."Logan felt the urge to ask questions as he eyed the wine, never having tasted alcohol before. "Who are you..."The woman sipped her wine, looked at him with narrowed eyes. "A pissed-off woman with three strays." Oh." Logan had no response, ate cheese and wondered if the woman would kill them.Gene crept slowly through the low shrubs that lined the coast. They'd been walking for an hour before Anna led them away from the Mediterranean and moved them inland. We got into the club, headed to the bar for drinks and then hit the dance floor. As we all danced i noticed Felicity had met a group of lads and was getting passed around from guy to guy. Clearly the group of lads she had met were having some fun using her as she would grind her ass into them, most would be groping at her tits or holding her ass onto them encouraging her to grind on them harder. Every so often she would get span round and the guys would shove their tongues in her mouth treating. " Oh! I am sure that they will treat them with the deepest respect."Soon we were on our way east again, it was soon apparent that the women had reverted to their old roles. They were tending the livestock and the men spread themselves equally either side. At least with the livestock we moved a little slower.I could see the men staring at us and mystified over our mode of dress. The women were definitely filling them in as to what had happened, since they had been taken to the fort and their. Not even five feet tall with her shoes on, five pounds shy of a hundred, with glasses, fair skin that burned easily, and a natural prissiness that she had always possessed meant that she wouldn’t be any help outside. Inside with her mother didn’t help either. The tiny girl had no head for cooking, she’d managed to burn or ruin just about everything she touched in the kitchen. Her older sisters were getting proposals of marriage, even in such a desperate time, which meant fewer mouths to feed.