I stalked to the back of the tent. The warleader was the true danger. The naga trained them brutally, teaching them how to fight, how to give pain, an... how to endure it. Some even learned dread arts, magics that manipulated shadows. My heart beat faster as I pressed my knife against the tent’s canvas while listening.Snoring. Deep and rumbling. The warleader slept.Perfect.The dagger’s sharp tip pierced the canvas with a rasping whisper. With patience, I cut down, working through the thick cloth.. Morale was up that was for sure! But Miss Havlin was already consideringindividual reactions to spot potential troublemakers among her new team.She was more than prepared to use Michelle's questionable sexuality as atool for asserting her new authority over any of her staff. The merestsuggestion of harassment from any of her girls who had ideas above theirlowly positions would be used ruthlessly to quell any dissent.That, of course would be outwith any of the women's involvement inMichelle's. This money you can spend on yourself or save it for something bigger. How does that sound to you?"Three men per day for six days and one day off after and pay on top of that not to bad. "I think I can get by with that, sir." Then I think you should go rest for your day tomorrow. And because I am finding it harder and harder to keep myself from grabbing you and... well I know that if you were ready you would have told me or invited me by now." Thank you Sir. I'll be ready soon. I promise. When I. My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light.Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, “too damn cold.”First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, AKA: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn’t want to bother cleaning our makeshift toilet;.