Two looked promising, so I sent Naomi to look at one target and Bill to look at the other. They each took some budding scouts with them to gain some p...actical experience. They returned within a reasonable time to report that there was not much to choose from between the two possibilities. I winked at Naomi and chose the one that Bill had investigated. I wanted to boost his confidence. His group happened to be the closer of the two, so that was a good reason to choose that one.I had the squad. I finally told him that I wasn't going to eat losing that profit. If his pit trader was the one that made a mistake, he should eat the loss the firm said it would be taking. I just wanted all my profits credited to my account. I had earned it by making the trade. He offered to split the difference with me."Darrin, here's the bottom line for me on this. I'm not going to let you fuck me out of this money. I made a trade, and I got a verbal confirmation, from your own trader, of having made that. They should be so lucky,” she intimated as we began fucking and she managed to brief me in the process.“My lord, there are reports that the NCA have resumed using nerve gas to kill any humans in their path, perhaps with the logic that it will clear the front of civilians. Militia, peasants, townsfolk, etc. all are being gassed and any who survive those attacks are simply shot. The Caspers are right SOBs, no doubt of that now. The first army to invade Vietnam since 1979, of course. And that one. When you'reready, there are some clothes in the top drawer of thedresser in the bedroom. They're just pants and ablouse so you shouldn't feel too uncomfortable inthem, but you WILL have to wear the properundergarments, my dear. They're right there with therest. If you have any trouble with any of them, singout and I'll be more than glad to assist you in yourdressing." He bowed and left the bathroom, stillchuckling a bit.I stood there in front of that mirror for what seemedlike an eternity. Time.