Alastair picked himself up from the snow and watched the soldiers tackle Georgia and force her into the Jeep. He remembered the big one's name was Jones. He didn't seem to have a first name. The other one was Mike and Alastair didn't like him. The stories he told about s*x, according to him, with girls of all ages who just spread their legs for him, made Alastair feel an uncomfortable combination of excitement and guilt. The guilt grew worse when Mike talked about what he'd do to the little b***h who stole the town's only w***e away. Alastair knew he was talking about Georgia. He didn't want to speculate about what was under her clothes, at least not the way Mike did.
Fortunately, they had no interest in Alastair. The Jeep roared away and left him standing alone, still shaking after the r
