And I like Carhartts ... and bibs and jeans and wool shirts and boots.The others have no time for a repeat of high school. Most of the girls who recog...ize that the Nerds and Geeks are going to be the salvation of the country.I was the only girl taking a class in machine tools. Even though I was as pretty as the Grade 13 women, I wasn’t interested in High School as a repeat offender. Besides, I was teaching ... yup. Vintage Gunsmithing 101.Here’s how it works; you’re interested in a subject but. “But honey… we need to talk.”“I’m sorry. Whatever it is will have to wait a few days.”Trying to hide the suspicion in my voice but being unsuccessful I asked, “Are you going alone?”“No. I’ll probably take an assistant.”“Yes. I can guess which one.”“Now don’t start that again.” Before I could answer he turned and left the room. The anger I felt earlier quickly returned and then just as quickly left. My fingers had been slowly moving back and forth across my pussy. I could feel a steady stream of. By the end of the day I had gone from barely able to move to completely unable to move. Fresh wounds dripping blood on the straw of my cage, a bowl of dog food my only meal.Sunday was just as bad if not worse. Pain became my whole world.I got a breather when Monday came around as Sandra was obviously at school. I began to wonder how long I had though, at this rate I was sure I would be dead pretty soon. If Sandra and her uncle didn't directly kill me then I was sure the wounds they had. But he would conduct the opening and closing lines of the chorus, and they would all dance to his tune. It would be a performance truly fit for Gods, if only for a limited audience. Nevertheless he felt he would genuinely enjoy crushing the fools utterly; they would offer a fitting diversion indeed.He had been absorbed in these thoughts for a rather discomforting period of time, the Inquisitor hanging by his ever word and even their absence. None dared break the forced uneasy silence and his.