I could barely see in the tent, Stan did have his tshirt off and Donna was helping him put on a old ragged out shirt. She stood in front of him on her...tippy toes hold out the shirt when she lost her balance dropping the shirt falling her chest into his bare chest. Stan quickly did a bear hug on her rolling a little back to keep her from falling.“Thank you Stan,” my wife said as Stan slowly released her.Stan came out of the tent . I gave him a musket and we practiced how to load, hold and fire.. Who knows? Heck, with my luck there will be an entire level just for me, right next to people who talk at the theater (Pat yourself on the back if you get the reference). I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was manipulating a young girl who didn't know any better. Everything in my upbringing told me I should be ashamed of myself. But I wasn't. Not by a long shot. Nicole wasn't the only one who had jumped onto a moving train. I probably could have put the brakes on events, stop it before any. Maybe because I was older, or maybe because I didn't drool when she was around me. Usually, after we got started, we tended to zone anyone else out and work. I liked her approach, and she reworked several things for translation to the screen that I would have never thought of, but worked really well. During breaks, she would tell me a little about their life."We grew up in the industry. Dorian's mother is a sound editor, and his father was one of the most sought after second unit directors. Mom told me that the same couple led the discussion for the Masters. It is basically the same lecture, except from a Masters point of view – how a Master needs to respect a slaves limits and all of that. Then she opened her eyes rather wide and rolled them as she shrugged in a whatever sort of way. Of course, she continued, the emphasis to the Masters is not how the Curie Clan protects them, but how the Curie Clan will make sure that they properly live up to their responsibilities. We arent.