.. well ... ah ... you see..." I ran down."What Tommy is trying to say is that his other collages were kind of um, private," my princess said. I know ...he was trying to get me off the hook, but her explanation had Cliff and Claire snickering as I turned a shade of red I was afraid would leave a permanent sunburn on my face."Well, whatever the reason, I don't think any of us would object," Cliff said with a grin.Sally gave me a funny look, as if she was trying to figure out what we were talking. The mercenaries were gathered in a rough semblance of a circle. They’d eaten a meal of cold trail rations, and now their eyes darted back and forth at every little sound their companions made. They spoke quietly, quickly, occasionally glancing back in the direction of the mountain.She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but it was obvious they were frightened. What right did they have to be frightened? They were the ones who’d chosen to wage a battle against a much smaller group. Now,. H says that's what the boys like. And if I don't he hurts me," she said, barely looking up at him.His temper flared."Where's this Mr. H?" Roland asked her."He's in that house over there. It's where I'm supposed to take the boys when they want to fuck me," she said, pointing to a house north."Take me there," he said, following her as she immediately started walking."Hey boy! What the fuck you think you doin'?" he heard from behind him, making Roland turn.He saw the girl look back and finally. He pulled away from her and looked down the top of her sundress. "You are beautiful," he breathed."Thank you," she whispered, kissing his forehead tenderly.Jason lay on the bunk and watched as Joyce pulled her jacket off her shoulders and laid it on the front seat. He saw her smiling at him as she reached behind her and pulled the zipper down. His eyes did not leave her bust as Joyce slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor of the truck."Mmmmmmmmmmm," he.