"Oliver frowned, and turned his head down to look himself over the best he could. "What's wrong with the way I look, Frank?" Nothing," Frank said quic...ly. "You look... you're... there's nothing wrong with the way you look, Oliver. It's just, well, you seem tired. Or something. Do you feel tired?" A little," Oliver admitted. "And my eyes have been hurting." He suddenly looked concerned. "Do you think I'm sick, Frank?" I don't know. I don't think so, Oliver. Look... did someone hurt you?" Frank. She tapped the bar with one of her daggers."Grab the bar." She ordered. He obeyed, holding on as she disrobed him. The simple cotton pants were cut from him, and he stood quietly for her next move."There are no restraints in this room." She announced, circling him. "This room is used for disciplinary problems in the ranks. I don't believe in restraining a person, be it soldier or slave. What I believe in is instilling a sense of self restraint. You will hold onto this bar, and you will not let. She keeps looking over here but she doesn’t want me to know. It’s adorable. I wonder if she’s realized I haven’t taken my eyes off her since she came in the door. ‘Gin.’ ‘Aren.’ She looked at him expectantly with her eyebrows slightly raised. ‘Yes?’ ‘I want to paint you.’ ‘Paint the image of me, or actually paint me?’ He wasn’t sure she was playing along until he saw the wickedly playful sparkle in her eyes. ‘Both,’ he said. His voice had gotten husky. Damn, I bet she’s hot in bed. If she. ’ ‘I wouldn’t doubt it. At least I am getting paid for being off the floor, who knows. Maybe I will be lucky and can catch a few ZZZ’s during the meeting.’ Jerry grinned. ‘You better be careful. You know you are all ready on the manager’s shit list, Jerry.’ Alicia said. ‘I know. I will be good. Well as good as I can be, you know?’ Jerry laughed. ‘Hey you two. What are you doing?’ a female voice called out behind Jerry and Alicia. Both of them turned to see another of their co-workers, Janet..