He seemed nice enough but she just didn’t want to create any expectations.“Look, I’m not trying to just shoot you down here, but it’s complica...ed.” Cait said, trying to set the tone for any further conversation. “And technically I’m your boss.”“Come on, that doesn’t matter out here.”“It does to me.”“You know we’re basically glorified babysitters on this thing. There’s two of us here. That’s not a chain of command, that’s…” Rhys waved his hand vaguely looking for a metaphor but not finding one. A pain yanked Ren from his gazing. He rolled off his belly onto his side, revealing a tent he was pitching under his shorts. He stared at his entombed erection for a few moments before his face went red and he exhaled something between a sigh and grumble.The tent eventually collapsed after a couple of minutes.Abandoning the window, Ren sat down in a swivel chair next to his desk. He spun in it several times. He found himself strangely thankful for being alone. Getting a boner while staring at. I remember them from a couple of years ago. They are mostly divorcees with a couple of widows thrown in for good measure. They spend most of the summer hunting young, horny males for entertainment.’ ‘The boat is registered in Tacoma. Is that where they’re from?’ ‘Gig Harbor,’ she nodded. ‘Huh … how ’bout that,’ I said in mild surprise. ‘I went over to say hello this morning. They’ve been trying to get me to join them now and then. It has its appeal,’ she smirked. ‘You’re kidding, right?’. Mia's Master, ignoring the arrows that continued to sprout from him, turned back toward the entrance and began to run, twisting and dodging past the bowmen who are now fighting a running battle with the ferals. As he reached the spot where the spear line once stood, Dana, her neck a bloody mess and crossbow long gone, pushed herself up from the floor with the splintered remnants of a spear in her hands. He twisted to avoid her, but it was too late. Dana threw herself forward to put all of her.