This time it was the young negro girl who led Shanika to the wash stall in the barn. "No need to shave that coochie since you be goin' back today," sh... said. The girl looked the other way as the slave girl squatted over the drain and relieved herself. She soaped her up, scrubbed her, and turned the hose on her.Yolanda appeared as the negro girl finished hosing Shanika off."Massa Richards wants to see you," she said.She picked up the black slave girl's chain and led her from the barn, and across. Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and everything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals. Adventurers were usually more accepting of his kind, mostly because they really didn’t care one way or another. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner. Sie mimendann immer eines auf todsterbenskrank." Mann, Jeanie, nun lass doch den Typen ab und zu ihren Spa?."Mitten in die Ansage des Stadionsprechers mault Jeanie weiter rum,heute ist sie offensichtlich irgendwie nicht gut drauf."Oh Mann, das Ges?lze nervt mich, die sollen mal lieber endlichanfangen." Was ist denn mit dir heute los? Kriegst du deine Tage?" Wei? nicht, der Typ soll mal lieber langsam seine Klappe halten, derredet doch nur M?ll." Nicht doch Jeanie, der verbreitet doch nur. ..Flashback – Ben – Dodged a bullet?The fucking crew on the BTR 80 kept firing at Jack with the thirty. I bet the old SOB did something to piss them off, so I decided I needed to do something to get the attention of the fucking butter bar (Second Lieutenant – because the one bar is gold) who commanded the BTR 80.I ordered, "Elena, help me into a chair, bring me my stick and then start pitching some of the grenades to me again."She of course complained (like a typical female), "Ben, I don't.