"I felt his push."Now shield yourself." How?" Visualize a mental shield around your mind. Picture a mirrored surface on the shield. The mirror suppose...ly helps by reflecting the intrusive scan."I pushed again and bounced off his shield. A deeper probe pierced his shield, though. "Make your shield stronger."Seconds later, as hard as I tried, I couldn't get past his reinforced mental barrier."Now you know how, teach her," I said."She's not an empath or a telepath." Doesn't matter. Neither is my. "Got out of school late." Jessie replied, setting a hand on the fence-rail.The back of her frock filled up like a sail as she climbed over, although she managed to preserve her modesty (well... sort of) by clamping down on her drifting hemline. Quite a trick, considering how short her dress was. Had to be careful; these wintry updraughts loved to catch you unawares.Clearing the fence, she walked over to the swings and took her place between her two friends. All three began swinging in unison,. As his hands moved to touch her thighs, she straightened up and said” Krish!! Auntie is there!”Krish sat up, clutching his shorts and made a small pleading sound. “ please Ma! I can’t help it. Please” begging. I think Monica got a high from making him beg, like getting back to his father for leaving her. She pushed back his hand sternly and said” are you mad? What will Auntie say?”“ I’ ll do it quickly and quietly Ma, please, just today”..as he gripped her short dress by the waistBy now my hand. ? Your brain is telling youthat something is not quite right.? Thereis no way they would release you without being fully clothed and the guard being?armed?.? Nervously you walk down thecorridor no longer confident that you are going home. You are taken outside the building where you immediatelynotice 5 other men waiting in a line, naked as you are except for theirunderpants.? As soon as you see them yourheart sinks ? you are not going home.?Your wrists and ankles are swiftly manacled and then.