June arched an eyebrow, slowly.“It wasn’t me!” Ember shouted.“Right. Well, this corridor will lead to the security center, so we can check on ...he Starshrike.” June stepped through the door. “While there, I’ll scan for any giggles.”“The what what?” Ember asked, following hurriedly after her.“It’s a ship,” June said.“Uh, June. We’re in the middle of a forest. What the fuck good is a ship going to do for us?” Ember asked, glancing back over his shoulder. He didn’t see anyone following them. The. The host was the only one of the four who almost never won a hand, yet he seemed to be the player enjoying the game the most. As they played, they talked, about the current news events, about football and hockey, about themselves, but never about business. The beer flowed freely and it was approaching nine thirty when they heard a key in the door lock and a woman entered the room carrying a couple of packages. She walked over and looked down at the men and their game. Even though they were in. Reduce him to a snivelling, whining, pleading hulk of flesh. Leo watched as Karena walked across the room and picked a whip up off a table. It was the long, black rhino-hide one that Zena had placed there. He shuddered... and almost got down on his knees to beg.„Have you ever been whipped before, slave?“ asked Karena, running the supple, plaited thong through her fingers.„N-No... Mistress.“„Good. That will make this all the more memorable!“ The whip snaked out and dracked sharply. Fear stabbed. I would rise about nine in the morning and make my ablutions and have breakfast. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword.