We cautiously advanced down the street. Partway down, the screaming started up again, panicky and pained. Katriana drew her sword, but, to their credi..., nobody ran forward.The screaming died off, is a low, trailing wail. We rounded a haycart, and entered into a broad market square.This late, all the stalls and carts were long packed away. Instead, at the centre of the square, was a large stake and pyre, with a burning human corpse (I hope) flickering away. As we entered, we heard someone behind. This rural southern farm was one of my favorite places to be. I was lucky enough to now be spending the whole summer here while my missionary parents were abroad doing their 'good works'.A gust of early morning summer wind blew through my opened window and ruffled the curtains. I had slept nude, so the breeze also tickled my pubic hairs and the tender flesh of my fresh-outta-bed erection. For the life of me, I couldn't remember a day when I hadn't awakened without a hard-on.I was giving some. Bart knew that I realized what he was thinking. "You are planning on an expansion and there won't be large profits till that is paid off. It's what I would do." We are at an impasse then," Bart asked."Yes we are," I agreed."If you would let me make a suggestion?" Rita spoke. I forced myself to keep quiet and listen. How about two hundred thousand now, and 50% of the profits for two years. Bart will guarantee your share to be more than two hundred thousand total. If he doesn't fulfill his. Yesterday, after the mock trial against her brother, she was shedding tears because of all the love she felt surrounding us, but never mentioned anything about killing you. The scary thing is I believe her tears were real, while at the same time she was probably thinking about whether she should kill you or give you a chance to live.Now move your ass and take the chance, you may not get a second,” Hassika finished glaring at Meyra.“Let’s go Meyra; we have to buy some things that we’ll need when.