The four girls stood around the car with their hands on their heads waiting.

"OVER HERE ! ALL FOUR OF YOU COME HERE !"; Jason ordered the girls to where he stood. They moved timidly, hands on their heads like a bizzare war game.

"LINE UP !" ; Jason pointed in front of him. Abigail was the first to drop her hands with a look of defiance at the Sheriff. He responded with a shout that starled all the girls, "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS ON YOUR HEAD BITCH !"; Jason pointed his pistol directly at Abigail's face as he took a step toward her. He jabbed the muzzle of his long barred pistol into her solar plexis making her grunt and double over. The other three watched terrified. They were quivvering as he continued.


" Do you think you are better than the rest of us ?", he snarled. "Stand up straight: w-i-t-h y-o-u-r h-a-n-d-s o-n t-o-p o-f y-o-u-r h-e-a-d !", he raised the muzzle slightly so it jabbed into her breast. " Stand straight: push those tits out !" As Abigail obeyed him, Jason probed one, than her other breast with his pistol. He pushed aside the front of her blouse to show more clevage. He looked into her eyes and smiled. She dropped her eyes. Jason was enjoying his power.

The girls were lined up. Now, Hannah and Korah looked like they were ready to burst into tears. Good, Jason thought: I am in control. " I don't want you to think of running off on us, so "GIVE ME YOUR SHOES GIRLS !". He had to repeat his order and point his pistol before all four girls removed their shoes
and threw them to Jason's feet. " Your hands, girls........": all four quickly put their hands back on their hears. It was painful standing barefoot on the rocky soil................... :