You want me. I can feel it burning in your eyes. What are you waiting for, erinyes? Fall to your knees and worship my cunt.”“Never!”My screech e...hoed through the room. I hated her. I hated her more than mother hated High King Peter. I wanted to throw her to the ground and ram my spear into her cunt. I would fuck her so hard with it. She would gasp and moan as she burned.Her smoking juices would perfume the air. Such a heady bouquet. And then I would...I shook my head and parried her sweeping. " Martin said."I see, I suppose they told everyone else?" I asked."The have indeed." he said. "So you can go check out your truck. I will send someone for you when we begin serving dinner."I nodded and moved to the back of the truck. The men had repacked the crates. One of the crates the right size to hold whatever the Swamp had been looking for had not contained it but had contained laptop computers of an unknown brand. There were probably a hundred of them. The three other crates held boxes. Since the owner is rarely around, Rachel's daughter, Callie had developed a habit of stopping in at the office after she got out of school giving the guys at work yet another reason to stop by Rachel's desk. Callie was just barely 18 but she was already as great a beauty as her mother. She had her mother's large hazel eyes but long blonde hair and an easy smile. Her body was perfect and she liked to show it off. She would often stop by wearing really tight jeans and short dresses, although my. He admired her pluck, but she needed to pick her battles more wisely. He took the opportunity to study her. Her face was serene and beautiful. Her long black hair, removed from its braid and the caked-on dirt, was silky and cascaded in almost glowing waves onto the bed. She was remarkably young, seemingly mid-twenties, meaning she must have been just a small child when society had collapsed. Someone must have taken her in and protected her in the early years. Their captors had dressed her in.