Yarablew out a breath. "Ass toad. Where does he think he's going? WithoutSheena?"Yara found Team Five all huddled around Sheena. The room went silent ...henthey saw Yara carrying a sword in a scabbard.Yara bowed before Master Hoose. "I've asked so much. May I trouble youfor a harness to hang this sword?" A harness fit for a princess." He bowed in return."I'd prefer something useful."Master Hoose laughed. He said, "I am working on the other project butthere are problems." The rifle?" Yara. Can you really object to them practising by taking pictures of you." They were in the White Hart today!" Who?" Those kids, taking pictures." So?" Well, there was a whole crowd of them taking pictures in the garden." What of you?" No, not specifically. Of the pub itself; but we were sitting in the garden at the time. I know that we were in some of them." Whose the we, we're talking about here, Trudy?" You know, the girls from the office; we popped into the White Hart at lunch time for a drink. He cups her face. “Well, we had another satisfied customer. Though I do believe that we may need to devise a plan to keep track of what is ordered.”“I was afraid that might happen,” Jill says sourly.“It’s something to look into,” the man offers. “But right now I’m a bit horny.”“She must have been fun,” she says smiling. “You’re as giddy as you were when you first started fucking me. Now the tables have turned and you get to know what it feels like on the opposite end.”“I do. She gave me a blow. For me, shit that others have to stress themselves over, I've blown right past with ease. It's just the way it is, the way it's always been. I'm a privileged young man with well-to-do parents, and life can be pretty sweet. But just like everything else in life, it doesn't matter how sweet things are; you're always going to find a reason to bitch about something.Unfortunately, most of the time, whatever you find to bitch about usually lands you in worse shit than whatever the reason was that.