You and Tom could watch? If you wanted too, that is?" Sarah asked. Jodie thought for a minute before replying. "We do like watching porn together so ... guess that watching you guys would be just like live porn. Okay, how do you want to do this?" "When the boys come back up, why don't you take Tom for a walk down the beach and I'll get Stephen going and then you guys can come back and enjoy the show," Sarah told her. "Here come the boys now, so I guess we'll give you some time alone with. By that time I was more than ready to get out ofthis stupid costume. My feet, ankles and legs were on fire. Theclothing was almost as bad. I could feel the bra digging into my chestand those pesky straps kept sliding off my shoulders. The petticoatsitched my thighs where the half-slip didn't protect my skin. The beltwas way too tight and I felt like my stomach was pushed up into mythroat. I complained and even pled with her to release me from mytorment but that didn't do one bit of good. . Fortenberry himself, you fellers just drop them pistols in the dirt and them long guns in the scabbards too.”“Mr. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t even know your name. Unless you’re willing to die in that saddle your sitting in, you better ride on up to the ranch and tell Mr. Fortenberry that his new men are here. I’m not gonna tell you again and we don’t aim to argue the matter any more, you hear me plain?” Tom said as he turned his horse so he faced the man and the other rider behind. They were very similar in their responses, each sullen and demanding a lawyer. So Sara zapped them - twice, at 2 and 3 - and told them there were no lawyers or civil rights here, they were on another planet for all intents. That made them more sullen so after her basic lecture the soldiers took then (naked, hooded with eye-slits closed, gaged and unable to see each other) directly to the yard and tied them to a pole for the extra 2 or 3 hour until the hell-fire show.Mark and I had our talk, we.