Working in the Baboon Laboratory aboard the station has warped my perspective. The alpha baboon, TJ, occupied the upper branches of the largest tree. ...e humans tend to do the same. My target was resident of a penthouse suite. He had the entire floor to himself, plus an enclosed rooftop swimming pool. He did have a security staff controlling access, and a cleaning crew did housekeeping a couple of times per week. I'll call him Justin—it isn't his name but he lived in Texas, in Dallas. Other than. The problem was, that was what I wanted. I wanted Katherine. No matter how much I knew it was wrong, I wanted Katherine to be mine to love and hold. In the morning, Katherine did not come and knock on my door to walk to uni. In fact, she wasn't even in any of the lectures that day. She must have been feeling pretty rough, as she never missed lectures. I resigned myself to making the first move to talk that evening. While I walked towards Katherine's flat, I pondered what I would say to her. I. "From now on, we make camp the same way we eat or live. We make camp all together. No separate camps any more. One large square camp. Picket spiked on the outside. The leader's tents will face the central path down the middle of the camp, and leave space for a muster in the middle. Room for a man to run between each tent. Every tent laid out on a grid, precisely with no deviations. The men camp behind the tents of the leaders in order of rank, with the skirmishers camping closest to the outside. “Is that how you answer me?” she said, in a soft voice. “I apologize, my Lady. I meant to say yes, Mistress,” Jared quickly amended, thinking of how easily he was able to assume the role. Nodding her head, she turned back to Julia, who seemed to hunger for her attention. Opening what looked like a cabinet, but turned out to be a small refrigerator, she pulled out several cubes of ice. After setting them to the side, she lit a small candle. Jared knew what in store for the woman. He often played.