Once inside, the guy took off his hat and I was surprised at how young he was. I guessed he was, at most, sixteen. I put that aside and asked, "Okay, ...o what's wrong?"The little girl quickly said, "My brother won't come home with me. Make him come home with me!"The brother said, "It's not home; it's an orphanage." But we've got some people who'll adopt us." No, they'll adopt you."I asked, "What do they think is wrong with you?" Nothing wrong. It's just that they're an older couple and they feel. Because of the confusion, we only realized later that a second man, Pvt. Lionel Olson, was also missing. No one had seen him "go," but it seemed likely that he had vanished in the same bizarre fashion. There was no follow-up attack and a search failed to identify anything unusual in the vicinity. At sunset, I ordered the perimeter heavily patrolled, although I knew men armed with knives could do little against a technologically superior attacker. Our pickets were not disturbed during the. “Cunnie might need that as well.”“She’d be offended that I allowed it. You know she feels she has to be a superslut in order to finish her penance. Second, all outfits must include thigh high stockings and a garter belt,” I said.“With no panties? Are you sure that will be safe?” Ashley asked.“Finally, the outfits should include skirts or dressed that don’t reach the knee. Other than that, my concubines can decide color and style. Also they must be wearing these outfits to enter or exit the home. They tried too hard to not see us. No question they were Slovac or Serb, their features heavy, grey eyes watchful and cautious, all three with dark stubble-shadowed cheeks. They looked hungry and angry.It seemed almost automatic. I immediately assessed each, their stance, the eye contact between them identifying their leader. It was a thoughtless action on my part, instinctual, adrenalin arriving as I assessed angles of attack, strike points, vulnerabilities. It was almost a reflex. The action.