Maggie was slightly younger than my late mother, I couldn't be sure but my guess was late 70s. She'd been widowed many years ago and my late mother ha... mentioned disapprovingly that she had had a "fancy man". Maggie had clearly been a very glamorous woman in her youth as she often talked about places she'd been to and the people she'd met. She reminded me of Bridget Bardot, old but still had an underlying attractiveness. "My legs are killing me" she said as we sat with our cups of tea on the. He left my cubicle and continued his errands, and I again worked on my spreadsheets. As the hours slowly ticked away, my bladder began to signal that it needed a release. I walked over to the means room and entered. There are 2 urinals and 2 stalls in this bathroom, both stall occupied and one of the urinals being used by Marcus. I had to pee, and no way could I hold it in, so disobeying proper bathroom edict, I walked to the other unoccupied urinal. Unzipped my pants, and let my cock out."Hey. . at least some of them would die at my hand. I would take their heads and mount them somewhere in warning to those who would defy me. As I said before, it worked for Sulla, so it would work for me.The bodies could burn and save me the cost and effort of cremation, but the heads were my gruesome trophies. I wanted to forever sear into the minds of the locals who was in command, so that they never forgot the lesson. At fifteen years of age, I was now effectively a warlord, and it happened almost. To one side was a stable for horses and other animals. To the other there was a trellis covered veranda where people could sit and enjoy the evening breeze and eat their meals under the stars. In between these two features there was an arched doorway that clearly led into the large building. The voice that had spoken to me had come from the veranda. Instinctively, I palmed a throwing knife as I turned to face the speaker. My companions essentially did the same. Hands went to the hilts of swords.