The stuff I drank felt like battery acid inside me. I stood and half-ran towards the exit, hardly glancing at the guys by the door. I stopped in front...of a tree and leaned on it, breathing heavily."You okay?"I didn't need eyes at the back of my head to know that it was Warren behind me. Lacking strength for a scathing remark, I settled for a nod."You don't look like you're okay," the oaf said thoughtfully.I decided my strength was back. I turned and glared at him. "So why the hell ask, you. I felt thoroughly degraded, as if I were so much less than any of the men staring at me. I was barely even human now, I thought, but more like an animal to be abused for pleasure than a woman with an expensive education and a high paying job. How could anyone ever respect me after the things I'd been forced to do, I wondered. How could I even respect myself?All of my thoughts were soon lost however, as I felt the hostess moving behind me. I could hear the men talking, some of them, and I. As I entered the ordinary, one of the soldiers saw me, cursed and leapt up, reaching for his musket. I gave him a ball in the face, and he tumbled back over the table burbling as I cocked the other side of my smoking pistol. The woman screamed, and I shot the other dragoon in the back of the head from about a foot away, spraying blood and brains into the fireplace. He fell face first on the table and the other one stopped twitching on the floor.I pulled out a chair and sat beside the young. "Hair remover. It will remove most ofyour body hair. Maybe all of it, as light as yours is. Then you go overthe other patches with a razor. Hmm. Are you sure you've never dressedbefore? You sure have a sissy's body hair. You sure are little."She looked at me. Smiled."Say it, Bethany. Sissy. Hear the hiss? You'll learn to love that word.Sissy. It starts like ... sweet. Like ... sashay. Like ... suck."She shoved me toward the bathroom. "Now, go on, Bethany. It's time wegot started. The others?.