He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a pair of small white panties. Her eyes widened and she glanced around making sure...they were alone. "I want you to go and put these on, now." She frowned. "What are they?" He raised an eyebrow and she felt a jolt of lust low in her belly. "You don't question it, pet. Go and put them on and keep them on during class. Understand?" She nodded. "Yes, sir." She walked away and slipped into the bathroom, she wore a patterned. We were all determined to punish them for what they had done to us. It looks like, no matter where you live, you have to treat bullies the same way. Once White Buck and his party had found out where the Comanches lived, they would return to the village and help in the rebuilding at least until Big Wolf and I returned from our expedition to Mexico.As it turned out, White Buck had no trouble following the Comanches. They had tied each corpse across a horse and were herding them home for a mass. Five minutes and a few casts later I determined that it was indeed a woman, or girl. I was still a hundred yards away. When I got to about a hundred and fifty feet I could make out that it was a woman, thin, about my age. She was sitting on a small fold up stool with an easel and painting, probably two foot by two foot. She was painting with brushes. Both she and the easel were set up on the little jutting out bit of the right bank, on a small flat spot that has a U-shaped juniper bush kind of. Zevran, who’d yet to make eye contact or join the conversation, finally looked up at me with a wry grin. “But you are not a man, cara mia. You do not have any...” he trailed off in thought. “Machismo. Do you know this word? You do not have to protect your machismo, yes? Let the poor man have his pride.”I rolled my eyes. “That’s just ... stupid,” I complained. “Like him wiping my ass is somehow less embarrassing than me wiping his.”Aedan turned purple and covered his ears in horror, and Zevran.