Would you like to join me for breakfast?”Esriro was nodding with a knowing smile before he even finished speaking, “Of course. I was waiting to se... how long you could go before asking.”“What?” he questioned, a little defensively. “You know I always eat before a battle. It could end up being my last one.”“Meal or battle?” she asked, smirking.“My last meal, obviously. I’ll be fighting for many years yet if I have my way.”Veria, Pygmaean HomeworldWarvyn Industries Shipyard, Orbiting Veria08:40 PTT. The next day all hands turned out for plowing. I arranged for the Clydesdales to be there to help with the plowing and disking. We had the land ready for planting in five days. We had the fields planted in two more days. We had the help of the students in the Wellville School.Neil Manfred planned the party. We would have 45 attendees. The hike to Equus was simple. We headed south on the Equus road.We were half way down the road and we met Matthew Clemens and his construction crew. They were. Natasha was the unquestioned leader of an organization that was perhaps one of the most despicable and hated ones ever conceived. She presided over an enterprise that turned innocent and unsuspecting young girls into lesbian slaves for the rich and powerful. The manner in which this was done was both harsh and extremely brutal and one that frankly gave her a great deal of pleasure, in and above the obvious monetary rewards. She was approaching the age of 40, a time of reflection for many. You must promise me that you will never and I mean never discuss what I teach you and it is only between the two of us.” By this time I was more than curious but not knowing what this beautiful woman was going to do I agreed. It was only about 4:30 in the afternoon and my father would not be home until after 8:00 so I had enough time to learn and she was ready, willing and able to teach me the practical side of sex. She said “son I am going to take my time and show you things you have never.