She'd brought our Cokes and taken our order before Beth loosened up and let fly. Apparently someone had made a few disparaging remarks about an idea s...e'd had and my lady had taken them as a personal attack.By the time she stopped to take a breath she was well into language that would have most sailors looking for a dictionary, but what was most scary was that her voice never rose. It was downright spooky—listening to this non-stop string of invective delivered in a total monotone.By the time. "It was well worth it," Tarras said. "For I have learned much about the Inonni's standing with the peasants."Rennis' face hardened, but he forced a curt nod. "I should have expected that would be the very first topic on your lips." It is as I had suspected, Rennis: the peasants are indeed the key to stopping the Inonni, but perhaps not quite in the way I had intended." Oh really?" Rennis said with a small sneer. "I suppose you can give us some insight on what the rest of us are doing. " She took us over to a rackwhere four suits were waiting for us. There was a classic blue banker'sstyle, grey herringbone tweed, a muted burgundy and a crisp linen lookwhite. "These are the ones in your budget and size. Let's take theseand try them on," she said leading us to the dressing room.I thought to myself, this is the woman's dressing room. Samanthaescorted me in to the first cube. I tried on all four, and rejected thewhite linen one. I was torn between the two more conservative. Your laughter becomes louder and louder, and Trish’s squirms become more and more frantic. She flails in terror, but it is no use. Your grip is too strong.“I haven’t completely destroyed your body yet, you sexy piece of buttery fuckmeat,” you cackle with glee, “And like you said, you are my fuck toy!”She screams as loud as she can. Her screech rattles the dishes in the cupboards.“Mine!” you remind her, “Forever!”Before she knows it, the hand that was grabbing her hair lets go and instead is.