Despite the morale of her troops and their training, she knew that a conventional war is no longer a viable option. She strolled out to the balcony an... watched the men engage in a final bout of drinking. In a few hours, the celebrations would close, and the commanders would spend the rest of the day sobering their troops and whipping some discipline back into their bodies. Her men were well trained and fit, but very few of them have ever ventured this far North. Even the people she conquered on. Her father, James, was six foot three, with stylish black hair, piercing blue eyes, a powerful jawline, and a body that made athletes jealous.Her mother, Eleanor, had beautiful auburn hair that fell in waves down past her shoulders. She had gorgeous green eyes, full pouty lips, a tiny waist, and huge tits that she told everyone were natural, but had really been bought by her husband.Her older brother, Timothy, was a nearly carbon copy of her father. His hair was a few shades closer to brown and. "What's that supposed to mean?" Rebecca asked as she walked out of the changing tent."I think it means you've got enough problems already," Shannon answered. "You may have noticed that Jimmy's gift didn't come with a free pass to Candyland."Rebecca looked at the three of us for a second and said, "I'm not going to like this am I?"She didn't. Shannon didn't either but she was still in shock when Rebecca made her feelings known."Where do these fucking people come from?" Rebecca demanded as she. Even for my own standards! I really wished you sent those texts to me, Ayan. I even asked her if I could reply on her behalf, and also go ahead and give you what you had been asking her for!Ayan: Mom! Enough! Please.Mona: This is the truth!Ayan: You are just too dangerous, Mom!Mona: That is it?! Just dangerous? You don’t think I am bad? You don’t think I cannot be trusted? You don’t think I am persuasive?Ayan: I think I am afraid of you, Mom!Mona: Hahahaha! Relax, baby boy! I love you, and I.