They were looking for victims to sacrifice to their gods on the Beltane Eve.I was kept in a small hut, a cramped and dusty prison if there ever was on....At last they came for me... It was my time to be the victim, but as I prepared to die, little did I know just exactly what kind of sacrifice I was to be.The womenfolk of their village arrived silently at the hovel and motioned to me that it was time to be prepared as a gift to the god. They walked me to the nearby stream, where I was dunked in. " I knew about the gallery because I had laid the play before I started the race. I had half a dozen pickup points in mind.I walked to the Gallery and sat on the steps. I scanned the area carefully, since I was been involved in something which might easily have pissed off some bad people. Hell, it could have pissed off some good people as well. Nobody had any reason to love the senator. I doubted that even his family loved the asshole.I saw the ugly red car pull to the curb. I looked inside to. So I thought I should find a couple of middle class and should be a beginner like us. Then only I will feel comfortable with them. So , I added two or three them to my favourite list and left a message in their inboxes. Two of them replied back by evening. One was a young couple 25/23. They posted some nude pics in their profile too. But I was bit afraid of young couple. The guy may have compelled the girl into this. She may create a scene later. It may be safe to have a relationship with long. Would he be nutty enough to use that shotgun he was carrying? I wasn't ready to take the chance. We walked under the low-hanging branches of a big tree and Ben Gordon leaned his gun against the trunk."All right, you can start peelin'."I turned and gave him a look of shock. "What did you say?"I said for you to uncover your hide. I want to see what it looks like."Slowly, I started unbuttoning my blouse, taking as much time as I could. When the last button came open, the old man stepped close and.