I must have made a noise or maybe I even said something about myvisions. Ming-cho snorted and said "Come here, girl."I obeyed, even though she was not...one of my masters. I looked up at herand said, "Could you change my master back? She's cute as a dog but Imiss her cock so much!"The Sorceress sighed and rolled her eyes. "Simple-minded bastards," shemuttered. "I can't believe they made you such a ditz." I did notunderstand her but I was starting to think she was not going to change himback. I. I was feeling nervous. Why wasn’t I able to endure it yesterday? Why had it shocked me so much? He had told me numerous times that he would hurt me so, when he did, why did it affect me so much? He had spanked me, he had assaulted my back entrance with no heads up, he had pinched and bitten my nipples… It’s not like I wasn’t up for feeling pain because I realized I was. So, why?I relived the moment in my memory, trying to understand this. Ok, it was a lot of pain. Unexpected pain. But I was. Not since Cresap's time, way back in '75, had I ever seen such shooting. I thought I was pretty good, but those men could dot the I's on a printed page at a hundred paces.One night it really did look like we had the British on the run, but then at dawn we ran up against a rearguard of Hessians holding the bridge at New Brunswick. Stubborn bunch, they were. I splashed one in the river, but we were ready to hightail it until Morgan's men arrived. Then the big Germans started falling in rows and. ..And then he thought about the figurine.The little wooden figurine that had miraculously found it's way into hispocket. The same figurine that made it's way into his gym bag, and thenback into his pocket... Then came another more disturbing thought: Eachtime he had examined the figurine, someone close to him hadencountered...He couldn't finish the thought, it was just that insane. Instead hethought that he would seek out the most level headed person he knew, andthat would be his older sister,.