She walked into the room and flopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into?It was her own doing, that’s for su...e. Getting involved with a smooth talking upper classman, who just happened to be the drug dealer on campus, as well as the nephew of a highly placed Georgetown alumnus were way stupid, and the fiancé of a crime lord’s daughter in Philadelphia.And now she is wondering if the cure is worse than the poison.It tumbled around her mind for over an hour,. It includes never crossing our legs when we sit and not being permitted to pull our skirts down on windy days if they blow up.She said we would receive no special bonus or treats simply for obeying these orders and that they were the very bare minimum to meet expectations. “You will be punished when you violate these rules, and you will. You will test my patience. You will be tempted to see how serious I am about enforcing them. You will be tempted to half-ass them and see what you can get away. "What are you doing?" I asked as I dried myself."You didn't make me cum," she explained."You said you were bored." I explained."It doesn't mean you can leave me all frustrated though does it?" she said, "Fair's fair." Do you want to go to the pub?" I asked."When you've satisfied me," she said, "I do have needs you know!" Ok get naked," I demanded."I thought you would never ask!" she replied and she threw off her jeans and cardigan and slipped between the bed sheets and held out her hand for me. "He sighed. "I have no objections. Less templar abuse of power is better. Like Tomas said, the worst case is that nothing improves."After that, we finally said our goodnights and headed to bed. Tomas took me aside briefly as I was getting up. "Sierra ... you don't have to sleep alone, if you don't want. I can make room for you in my tent." Are you propositioning me, Warden Commander?" I smirked at him and raised one eyebrow suggestively.He sputtered. "No! Maker." He put his face in his hands,.