” I watched the compact Hispanic man walk out of the locker room with an unmistakably erect frame. Especially in the shoulders and neck. My earlier ...uesses at the pair drifted. Now, I felt that he was military, past or present, I wasn’t sure. Maybe even both. I had read too many stories of shadow organizations that worked inside and outside of the law. Public and private.My imagination, along with my choice of spy novels, might have driven the guesses.I threw out a text to Kate that I would be. A serf was bound to the land and what ever Duke, or Baron owned the land.Nikolai Post, Post is a Russian name, Nikolai was sent to Alaska to trap and work about the trading post on the Russian River.The Russian is tributary to Skilak Lake on the Kenai Peninsula. Skilak Lake feeds the Kenai River which mouths or feeds fresh water to Cook Inlet ... at ... Kenai, an Alaskan town between Nikiski to the north and Kasilof to the south.Life is hard. Post wasn’t used to easy. Women were imported. Serf. She had a broad face and a flattish nose, but her skin was smooth and dark, her mouth sensual, her eyes bright and intelligent.She had a trim, attractive figure and wore modest sweaters and skirts. Her personality was subdued and reserved, and she was almost shy, patient, sweet, attentive. In this way she reminded Laura a little of Jonelle, though without the stunning, swanlike beauty. And her face, though plain, lit up with thrilling loveliness when she smiled, reminding Laura of Charise,. .. good. I guess." I mumbled still at un ease with all of this. Might happen again?! As she turned toward the stove I found myself staring at her petite ass. The jeans seemed to be melted around it as if it were her second skin. I never really looked at my niece like this. She really was turning into a fine women. "Hope you like you're eggs over easy." She said as she gently slided a cooked egg on my plate. "So... so how are things at school?" I asked trying to get my mind off things. "Good. I.