"I know my little bird. Your are innocent. They are all innocent. My little visitors begging for my mercy. Pleading to be believed. I believe you... little bird. But you see, it makes no difference. We all must play our role here. I am the interrogator and you are my soft little dove. I must teach you the truth. The simple truth that you are being trained to obey. Yes, even trained to reveal your every hidden thought. There will be no secrets between us." Olga's memory of the next 30. Recalling them made me blush, which wasn't really the type of answer my audience was hoping for.Mom asked, "Have you told her what time the date will be, where you'll meet her, or anything like that?" Um, no. All I've done was on Monday morning, when I asked her to be my date on Friday."Having successfully destroyed any possible claim I might have had to being a participant in the planning of my own date, I was cut out of the process. Mom and Carol immediately launched into the meticulous. This meant that we only needed to block off one exit with a brush fence. Now was when I wished that I had my machete, or, better yet, an ax, but we were able to cope by using some flint axes I had managed to put together. It took all day, but we were able to block the entrance to the valley with an adequate fence. We had left a gap in the brush fence and rigged a funnel-like guide to take the horses where we wanted them, once we got them to move.We four men were enough to drive most of the. . for a while i thought these were unintentional actions but soon i started to feel that she was doing that on purpose...i thought "what the heck!" and decided to give it a shot...so, i headed for the kitchen. there she was, not so beautiful dress but huge hips and sexy look (i was standing behind her). to start the conversation, i asked her name which she replied "Namrata" (not fake). she was like 18 or 19 yrs old (and still had huge boobs), about 5'8" tall and had blond(ed) hair which made.