Cara brushes Stacy's long, dark hair around her ear so she can see her face better. "Don't get too melodramatic now. This is a time for having fun. I'... not here to take Becca away from you. I'm here to facilitate a relationship between you. I'm just worried about Becca and how she'll handle it. I mean, a young, pretty girl like you could really hurt her." Stacy feels offended, but tries to stay grounded. Becca respects her. I guess I should at least try to understand why. "Now, Stacy, what do. "Danica laughed. "First — I need a bath too. I can't even stand to be around myself."Nicholas nodded, then walked over and bent down to pick up his sword where it lay in the undergrowth. "I need to clean my sword so it doesn't rust anyway."Danica thought, I'd like to polish your sword for you, and smiled a crooked smile. She then went inside the tent and pulled off her clothes. Danica filled the tub and sank into it with a sigh of relief. As she washed, thoughts of Nicholas' body floated. Again, I’m not sure why I felt this way, but Paul was my boss. He paid my wages. I felt I should be grateful to him for providing me with a job. And my job to do what he needed me to do to help him succeed. Not to waste his time with petty arguing.Anyway, it was a fun evening but I could tell that Paul was more interested in fucking me than he was in boozing with his mates. So it was only around 10 o’clock when we got back to the room. I was lead willingly like a lamb to the slaughter.As soon. My job is to make the universe a better place. If I don't do this, then I'm failing in my mission." Your mission is to build a weapons system that will punch holes in people miles away."She fixed me with those green eyes. "You and me, we KNOW about the phrase 'he needed killin'', don't we?" You make my head hurt sometimes," I said."Oh, baloney! If you want to call it 'giving back', then go ahead. We do what we do because we CAN, and if your psyche drives you to help somebody with differential.