" SO YOU ARE DENYING IT?" she shrieked."Yes!" I exclaimed. "Besides, I probably don't even know who your husband is." My husband is Peter Miller."Well...shit, it turned out that I did know her husband, but not because I was fucking him; he and my husband were golf buddies. I had only met Peter a few times in passing. He was a handsome man with black hair and brown eyes, and until this rather embarrassing moment, I had never met his wife. "Look Mrs. Miller, I swear to you that I am not having an. I then got up and went to the bedroom where Stephanie was laying naked, bent over the edge of the bed as she had been told. I snatched her up by the wrist and hauled her down to the other end of the house. I took her into the back room. "Kneel," I told her. She hesitantly got down on her knees on the linoleum. Yes, the floor was linoleum. It was my all purpose room. Workout equipment and some "other" stuff. I went to the closet and retrieved a set of padded leather cuffs and affixed them to her. ”I nodded at that. “Well, he won’t be dropping any time soon.”The colonel nodded and then asked, “I need another forward observer for the exercise. You’re the arty boss. Who’s available?”“What about the guys with the other two companies”? I was a little curious, since the FIST Staff Sergeant was normally second in command and would take over.The colonel shrugged. “Already committed. Besides, I want an officer to go along, since we are doing this with the Hondos.”Well, that didn’t leave me with. She was a good person, after all."I sleep like a log. Or a rock." Samantha seemed proud of that fact. Wendy just shook her head at the girl."That's good." Her eyes took in the town. It was small, dirty. Peasants. That her parents were of such stock made it worse. There was a reason she had wanted magic, and it wasn't so she could be someplace like this. Even a cave was better. "So, we're leaving this morning?" After food and shopping."Well, Wendy couldn't object to either of those.The three.