People started commenting on it.I'd hoped for some athleticism improvement, but it was far more than I'd dreamed of. After the first merge it'd taken ...any weeks for my body to gain coordination, so I'd expected slow improvement this time too, but my new skills arrived quickly. But the most surprising aspect was how much skill arrived. The first merge had removed my clumsiness, whereas I was now VERY skillful. Gaining that much skill had to be more difficult as diminishing returns must've set. The two hunters standing behind Makot bristled with annoyance. For a moment, I was steeling myself for something more than a simple tongue lashing. I wasn’t afraid. My carbine was dangling around my neck and I was fully armed. I just hoped that this time trouble would pass me by.I guess Makot decided that he wasn’t interested in trouble either. He called to someone, shouting off towards a hut. A woman appeared within seconds of him speaking. He spat out words at her when she appeared. The woman. But this was so much bigger; more like mother’s.“Wait here, they’re finishing dinner now and will be heading for their cigars and brandy soon.”“Yes, Sir.” I knelt on the carpet in full view of the doorway, sat back on my heels, back straight and spread my legs with my eyes cast at the floor where they would be entering. The heels made it awkward, but somehow I managed.Soon, I heard footsteps and loud, boisterous male voices headed my way. As they entered, I was sized up and talked about as. I have something I'd like to talk to you about, too."I nodded, and my two slaves followed her into the bedroom. Aileen closed the door.Brian put his elbows on the polished wood table, and propped his head on his hands. "So, tell me. How did you meet Vonda and Pyx?"I ended up telling him my life story. Even abridged, it took about a half hour. Whenever I felt like stopping, Brian asked just the right questions to keep me going.When I'd finally finished, I turned the tables on him. "So, how did.