The killer fucking instinct that you may need someday. We are trying to give you some fucking balls. God help you if you leave here someday and get at...acked while going to your car in the mall parking lot and you don’t have that warrior spirit! God help your attackers if you develop it here and understand that you are a fucking LIFE TAKER if you really want to be!” This is me starting quiet and building her up, trying to get her pumped up and wanting to stab something with that sharp piece of. She had on a push up bra that appeared to match her underwear, but I was about to find out for sure as she started sliding her skirt down. My jaw must have been to the floor as she giggled at me. I watched as she stepped out of her skirt, now standing before me in just her bright pink thong and push up bra. She could clearly see how excited I was as she reached forward and brushed it with her hand, teasing me as she grabbed a black lace thong from the pile in my arms. Stepping back she turned. She told me Danny was in the hospital, that he had leukemia and needed a bone marrow transplant. She directed me to go to the Oncology Department, find a doctor and give them the phone so she can tell them what test she needed me to take and how to forward the info to her. She was having me tested to see if I was a compatible donor for Danny, the test included DNA testing. I took the test and then got on the road home; it was an eighteen-hour drive to get there. I drove stright thru and got to. Her order was simple and directly reflected her Apache heritage. All raiding parties were to be attacked outside the Estancia when at all possible. Further, the intent of the attacks was to leave only one survivor who would take back the tale of another failed attack on the Estancia. I not only agreed with her order but was quite proud of her for giving it.The second front George was busy with was organizing various types of training including horsemanship for the farmers, supply and logistics.