~It was there, down a country footpath, that Georgina knew she would find them. And now, at last, she sensed their voices carried through the gloom by...the gentle summer breeze. It was too dark to see how many there were in the little wood tonight – but she heard two or three male voices first, clearly foreign: maybe some Eastern European fruit-picking lads out for some fun.“You suck my cock,” commanded one of the Slavic voices through the darkness.Georgina froze. Was he calling to her? Had she. It was dead bodies everywhere; horrible.”“So she was devoid of any tribe around her, only corpses. Therefore she was alone, and you took her under your control. She is yours.”John could see he was being boxed into a corner.“What about the girls? One is a woman already.”“Then the woman is yours, once again, shaman. The younger one, the girl, you are responsible for, but if you do not want that responsibility, we could adopt her into our tribe, for we lost many of our children.”“I will speak to. He taught her to be sweet, kind and unthreatening; to go along with others because that way she wouldn't get into any confrontations. Because Marta genetically was already disposed to being this way, her father's style of raising her just reinforced those areas more. By the time she was 22, she was apt at playing the role of subservient. Although she questioned her father at times mentally, she went along with him because being her father, he knew best.Six months earlier they had arrived in San. He knew that Betty was his even if she was doing what her sister told her to do. He’d seen Mark make her perform jumping jacks and smack his wife’s ass around the house. It had only made him chuckle. He didn’t question the fact that his nephew was dumping a load into his wife’s ass. He went to the kitchen and got himself a drink and went back to bed without question.Tucker, on the other hand, cleaned himself up and left without another word to Betty. She felt bad about what had happened, but.