In other words, I expected primarily hand-made pieces with minimal factory manufacturing input." Right, I get you. Old fashioned and proud to be so. S...urdy bespoke items. That is what we are looking for, is it not?" That's it. Well, the warehouse I was shown was larger than I expected, and had a very wide range of furniture, INCLUDING modern pieces and even a section with flat packs stored in a large pile. That did not make sense to me, so I am suspicious." So what do you think is going on?". It was the smirk of power, superiority and white privilege. My eyes wandered down this body, the t-shirt he was still wearing, over his hard white cock and his balls, down to his hairy, muscular legs and to his big naked feet, back up towards his face. He had stripped of his boxers and left them in his sleeping back. Our eyes interlocked. I had never felt so ashamed and inferior to anyone in my life but I could not move and pull myself out of that situation. Chris and Ben were lying next to us,. And with them, an odd sense of calm. Like this room knew what I was feeling and wanted me to feel okay. It was a pretty cozy dorm, small but not suffocating. A single bed, a desk, and a few bookshelves where all that accented the space. There was something about it though...this inviting feeling, a vibe I couldn't quite describe. I immediately felt comfortable when I first stepped into the room.Trying to push my anxious thoughts out of my mind, I grabbed my bag of toiletries, took off my shirt. “You knew what I was when you married me.”Frank knew she was right. When they’d met, Tanya’s assignment was to snuff out Béla. Tanya was a trained assassin. The fact that she had changed her mind without consulting her handlers had probably gotten her in a lot of hot water with her superiors. But she hadn’t gone soft in her retirement. She’d just proved that.“How many people have you killed, anyway?” he asked, wanting to know for the first time.Tanya shrugged. “This makes six.”“All of them.