A mule pulled each tradesman's cart, with a bow-topped roof covering the wagon. Each tradesman lived inside the wagon, moving from village-to-village ...elling a few items, and offering his skills to the communities they visit. Normally, Derwen used her spy to collect information; however she was using this spy to spread the tale of the battle over the Rock River and the founding of the new village with refugees. We were interrupted before I could find out what forward thinking strategy she was. She slapped me across the face, hard. "Don't be a bloody fool."I stared at her. This was the first time ever she had hit me."We can sort this out. Have faith." She reached into her bag and produced a large bottle of Gin and a ring binder portfolio. I was not surprised when I saw it was the results of the photo shoot with Rebecca. She poured me a drink."I called Rebecca." You what?!" I almost spat the drink onto the carpet."I called her," she said calmly, crossing her legs. "There's some bad. Was that why she kept her pussy shaved now?Opening the fridge I grabbed a bottle of Grolsch beer and tried to open the white ceramic stopper with a swipe of the edge of my finger."Ouch! Dagnabbit!" I cursed to the empty apartment.How come it didn't work? Shoot! Now my finger hurt. I wrestled the bottle open and took a long swig. It didn't matter that it was one o'clock in the afternoon, or that the painkillers had a little red warning label saying something about them and alcohol not playing. She had a Chicken-Out she could use, but only the one. I don't think she wanted to be the first to use one. She finally said, "What the Hell," and turned to Cheryl on the couch beside her and gave her a very chaste kiss that we counted down for her. I expected her to turn to me next, since I was next to her, but she got up off the couch went over to Dave.He gave her a deep kiss and a whispered encouragement before she turned back, walked around Beth and came and stood next to me.She was.