I walked behind the bar and grabbed the coffee pot off the two burner wood stove that sat in a small alcove. I poured myself a cup of java and joined ...hem at the table. Pen handed Manuel his and his wife’s wages, and the barman went back to work.When it was just the three of us at the table, I floated the ideas about changing the saloon that I’d thought of yesterday. Pen listened carefully and agreed that my ideas had potential, except he thought that the ideas would work best in an entirely. Get dressed and come back when you are decent. I’m taking over this command right now.”He shouted back at her, “You get command when I say you get command. Until then, you serve under me. Now strip!”She shouted back, “Not according to my orders.”He smiled at her with a very wicked look in his eyes and said, “Read those orders again, Colonel.”She pulled her orders out and started reading. He interrupted, “Third page, fourth paragraph.”She turned to the page and read the paragraph. The color. "Did you start without me?" I teased her, and to my surprise she nodded. "Wha-a-a-a-t? You little slut!" We shared a laugh at the front door, then she pulled me aside to whisper in my ear. "That fucking Tyrese is a monster!" she exclaimed. "He's got a cock on him that won't quit. I don't think he even knows my name yet!" She laughed loudly. In the kitchen, there was a young man leaning against the counter, drinking a soda, and a man at least my age sitting at the table eating. They. "Normally I can tell where someone is from, and I can also usually tell what they want. Creta?" He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Yes, Creta. And I would say, the old stock, the ones who live in the back country and hills, not the ones who fill the coastal cities." Either you are very perceptive," I said, "or your spies are very good."His smile was thin. "My few spies are not that good," he said. "So what is an unmarried woman from Creta doing in Alexandria? Besides the obvious.