We did not plan to camp here, we were going to use the bandits' camp after we captured them.We ate some pemmican and jerky to hold us for the evening,...but we did feel the lack of coffee. Oh, well, we would get by on water. We watered the horses, but there was plenty of grass, so they were happy when we hobbled them. We took our rifles and sneaked up on the bandits' camp to watch them until we were ready to pounce.They fixed some beef and beans, and we were jealous of their coffee. They didn't. The enprisoned girls are restless, fidgeting in their confinement. When they see Caroline studying them, they become attentive and return her gaze. Whether their eyes are pleading to be chosen, or asking to be passed over, is hard to say. She turns back to face Lord Dammartin, her expression asking for guidance.A father to his daughter: "A word to the wise, my dear: let beauty be your lodestone." He nods for her to proceed.She is hesitant. The man — her escort — whispers in her ear and places. Around 10 that night, we all dispersed to our rooms and a little while later, Preeti called me and asked me to come to her room. Till now, I never felt to get physical with her and I thought she was afraid staying alone as her cousin moved in her bf’s room for the night. I casually went in and saw that she had ordered some more drinks and few snacks along with a hookah. We sat in the beach facing balcony and were talking.Slowly, the talks migrated to romance and how her cousin would be having. He struggled against the effects of the alcohol and it came back to him. He’d gotten frustrated. He’d tried to teach them all a lesson. And it had gone off the rails.His head swiveled back and his eyes fell on Barbie again. She was sitting up, on top of Bobby, who was helping her by letting her put some of her weight on her breasts, which were cradled in his hands. Her hips were moving languidly, first towards Bobby’s head and then his feet. Her eyes were closed, and she had the same blissful.