Her first question was, "Are you injured?" At my answer of no, she asked, "How many did you kill?" This time I said "four" and pointed to the scalps s...ill hanging from my waist.She was shocked. "You killed four warriors!?! Then, what are you doing in here? You should be out in the plaza telling all who would listen of your great exploits." Dammit, Dove, I am too tired for that sort of nonsense!" Oh, Douglas, when will you ever learn? It is not nonsense. It is how you gain status and respect. Most unusually, he was able to use a real pit toilet instead of squatting outside in the woods like normal. That was good. The morning was chilly.Josh returned to their tent, stripped and rejoined Molly in their sleeping bag."Oh! You're cold," Molly gasped as Josh's hands touched her body."Sorry." It's OK. I'll get you warmed up soon enough," Molly replied. Josh tried to keep his hands off Molly as he shimmied into the tight bag, face to face with Molly. The pair kissed for a bit before. “Your Latin is as good as Decennia’s. Away from places where you are known, nobody could tell that you are a slave.” Mutter never took into consideration that there were Italian slaves -- even though she knew some of them. Their Latin had not eased their escape. Not all blondes were German, and not quite all Germans were slaves, but any blonde who claimed to be free should be prepared to prove it. The argument went around the usual circle, and she never even got around to telling Mutter that. “I’ll load your bags for you, if you please.” Hollis handed them over, and he led the way out the door to the ramp.I stepped through the door, and nearly stumbled over my own feet as I saw the Cessna Citation waiting for us. The captain entered first, then Hollis. I managed to climb up the steps without falling on my face, and I sat in the seat Hollis pointed me towards. The cabin was set up with four seats in a club configuration, with a small folding table between them. There was another pair.