He could feel the rhythm. It seemed to match his heartbeat and move into and around him. He stood there with his eyes closed. His body swaying with ...he tune."By now you should start to have a feel for the rhythm. Start to move around with the music. Move in small circles and do not open your eyes. Don't worry weather or not you are doing anything right or wrong. Just enjoy the music and the way your body feels as it moves with it."Bob started to move around in clumsy circles. Thinking. ”“PLEASE!” Hayden begged, “I’m only s*******n. Don’t destroy my life.”“Hear that boys! Even if she said ‘yes,’ we’d still be breaking the law. Sorry, white meat, we’re going to take a piece out of you. We normally don’t get such fine pieces of ass coming through here.”The five of them encircled her and closed in. The two coming in from behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, causing to throw her chest out, emphasizing her tits and cleavage. “Look boys! She even dressed. "Plautus gestured. "If you please."Corvus handed him a water bottle. "What will you do now?"Plautus drank thirstily. "Go back to Bohemia, lick my wounds, bide my time, I imagine." He sighed. "War brings opportunity."Corvus considered him for a full minute before picking up a leather attache from the floor, unzipping it, and extracting a manila folder. He did it all purposefully, knowing he had Plautus's attention. "I have something else to propose."Plautus didn't say anything, only held his. “Waiting for it to get here,” he said, “will make it ten times worse when it does get here. There are several types supporting these night--riding raids. There are the fire-breathers; there are the ride-alongs; there are the sympathizers. There isn’t much we can do about the fire breather except shoot them, hang them, or put them in the penitentiary. We don’t really do much to the sympathizers; there’s not much we can do, legally. But when the man who is already a sympathizer sees that riding.