“That’s what you got.” “Yeah but bimbos, not a fucking half man half woman, you stupid fucker.” “She’s a bimbo and she’s built, you sa...d big.” “Yeah but for fucks sake look at her. Big is beautiful, not fucking arms and legs like a fucking navvy you Irish imbecile,” screeched Giovanni.They stared at the two girls bound, gagged and blindfolded on a sofa in Modena Italy. The pretty bimbo, with shoulder length bleach blonde curly hair, who was short and very shapely, dressed in a tight white, low. If that happened, no one would ever see Emma again. After hours of searching, Luke squinted into the late morning sun and thought he saw a figure on the horizon. His heart was pounding; Luke was a great horseman, but didn’t feel very confident about using a gun against an attacking war party. Nevertheless, he pushed ahead, hoping he had stumbled onto Emma at last. As he got closer, he was relieved and disappointed at the same time. It was a riderless horse – Emma’s horse! Luke was thankful not. "My sister's kid. Older sister. Twelve years older, actually. Anyhow, he's into science fiction everything—movies, TV, books, games, you name it—and he's always talking about LGMs. It means aliens, people—or things or whatever—from other worlds and all, they don't have to be little or green or even men, but they're often shown that way in the films, I guess to make them stand out more as something unearthly, so that's what they're called. Kind of a generic term." Oh," I said. I couldn't think. ......."how old?".....I was 18 or so and the notes went back and forward for a short time till "Come through, door unlocked"I went out but there were a few folk at the urinals and sinks so I went and washed my hands for a while, waiting till most of the people had gone, the ones that were left were not pissing but like me after a bit of sex. I then walked back to the cubicle and pushed the door, sure enough it was unlocked. The guy inside was grey haired, probably 50ish and wore a suit, he.