I assume you will not be too rough on her,” her father said, showing a little concern for his youngest daughter.“I will see to it that she is not ...ang-fucked her first day at the club. We will break Kaylee in more easily than we did her sister,” Mark said.“I guess that will be fine then,” her father said, wondering how many times she would have her young pussy fucked before she was brought back home.Mark then went back to Kaylee’s room. She was still lying on her bed in her altered state where. It was a horrible look, full of malevolent glee. A humorless dry smile creased his thin lips, more of a sneer. Somehow, she felt even colder."Well, well, well." He breathed in a spite filled whisper, "Always nice to meet a body from the home town."He knew her! But from where?His low hiss continued, "What's it been? 15 years or so? Why I'll bet you wouldn't even know me if you saw me on the street. I'll bet you wouldn't even remember me. You'd just give that same blank stare you're giving me. And possibly why I'd eventually thought, "fuck-it" and taken to over-consumption most every weekend.My second hang-up was people like Marsha Biddle. Billie weren't really like that, when he was with the boys, anyway. Shit, he wouldn't have lasted long if he was.But his sister Marsha! God alone knows what she had jammed up her arse, but it kept her nose pointing to the sky, I can assure you. I got on pretty well with a lot of the girls around the office, but Marsha would never give the likes of. The one on making canteens from sections of large bamboo was amazing and all of the men soon had new canteens as well as other field expedient gear that wasn't presently available from Army supply.Other classes on survival in the forest and jungle were just as amazing. Many of these men had lived close to nature all of their lives, and they knew what plants could be eaten, how to get drinkable water from certain vines in the jungle, how to snare small animals for food, and how to cook them over.