"I for one do not believe the stories I have heard. Stand fast that I may know the truth!" The older soldier said. Ambrose held his paw out to hold th... others back. Smiling, he slowly drew his sword. A bit of practice would be good he thought! Ten spectons later he was still smiling. The soldier was good, though not as good as Roth, still very good. Finally Roth sighed shaking his head, "Really sire, we haven't the time for this! Just end it!" The soldier's eyes got large as Ambrose nodded then. Excited, amused and a little gleeful would be a little closer. She had never been as close to her daughter as her husband, Richard, had been, and Jane had always been Daddy's little girl. Probably the reason she had grown up to be such a stuck-up bitch. Also, ever since Jane turned sixteen her husband had started to neglect her needs and sex became dull and routine. He probably wanted to fuck his little girl silly, but was too afraid of how she would react. Luckily, Catherine didn't share his. If they can't get along, things will get more difficult for her. If they were to shut her out for some reason, it would just make things worse. I hate to see Ann so sad. Should we wake them?" Not yet, big guy" she whispered. "There's a huge shower in there, and I want to try it out. Let them sleep a while longer."I heard him chuckle, and then a door closing. I moaned. I couldn't help it. I really had to pee!I felt Denise stir, and froze. My hand was still on her chest. I was dead, I just knew. The Cave Painters greeted Glade and her fellow captives more with indifference than anything resembling friendliness, although there was mild curiosity at their crudely stitched furs. Their hunting tools were laid down on the ground and examined with poorly disguised derision. The Chief and his warriors were taken aside to a patch of ground that was cleared of snow well away from the cave entrances while Glade, as the only one who spoke the Cave Painters’ language, was treated with.