He was a tall, handsome early thirty year-old man with broad shoulders, dark hair and dark brooding eyes. If she remembered, he was divorced and unatt...ched; at least that is what her friend told her that night at the cocktail party. She felt she could mold him into a great teacher and now maybe even something else, she thought wickedly. “Mr. Williams, have you ever spanked someone?” “No, Head Mistress.” “Well, you want to spank Ms. Yuko right where her thighs and buttocks meet, at the fleshy. There's a good spot over there behind the rock. I'll dig a latrine in the trees later." After she took care of business and we got her settled again, I started for the stream to get cleaned up."Want me to bring you some water for washing up?" Yes, that'd be great! You can do my back." She was kidding, of course but it was a pleasant thought anyhow.I'll never get used to washing in icy water but it's either that or stink. When I got back, she had managed to strip down to a T-shirt and shorts. Men rode out, but only a little way, and shook their lances or bows at her. She just laughed at them, which made them even more agitated. Finally, one of the men could take it no longer and started riding toward her while fitting an arrow to his bow.Abigail let him shoot his arrow and didn't even bother to dodge when she saw that the arrow was too poorly aimed to hit her. She raised her Dragoon Colt with both hands and fired a shot which caught the Indian in the chest—admittedly a lucky shot.. Roger indeed had noticed the change in her gate as she walked. But as it was planned so he said nothing. He noted the ease at which she was beginning to respond. They entered her room. Roger removed her balaclava. Even in the dim light it took Y's eyes a minute to adjust. Roger allowed her some time to get her eyes adjusted and survey the room. To the left of the door was a large 4 poster bed. There was a chain connected to each post. In the corner diagonally opposite the door was a wet floor.