"She preceded them in. As Igwanda entered Zo called them to attention; the colonel walked with Shaw to the center of their grouping and stood there fo... a moment, looking at them without expression. "At ease!" he finally said. "Please find yourselves chairs and be seated, our ship's captain has something to say to you."After they'd retrieved chairs from where they were stacked in the corners and re-positioned themselves, Shaw got to the point quickly."As you know, your commander was injured. Gillen Hawksley was only thankful the humidity wasn’t higher. Even without more moisture in the air, she felt she was roasting in her plate armor. She knew by the time the last burning ray of the sun’s light fell beneath the tree line, the padding under her armor would be soaked through – if it wasn’t already. It was one of the tribulations of knighthood. Even when a knight was relatively idle, the gambeson – the thick padded cloth armor worn beneath the plate mail – would quickly become soaked. I remember an on-line conversation we had once, before we exchanged photos, about movie stars and what movie stars we resemble. I said Steve McQueen (I don't), she said she's been told she looks like a young Carole Bouquet, a famous French actress. I never heard of her but I looked her up on line and even watched a few of her movies. I could see it now, the young Carole Bouquet in "Cet obscur object du desire" .... "That obscure object of Desire." How appropriate. She liked the way I looked. They were about evenly mixed between black and white, but I’m not sure how many of them there were because the way they used me never really gave me the chance to count. It seemed like there were at least a dozen of them. None of them ever gave their names. A young black man who seemed to be their leader, probably the president of the fraternity, pulled me off the sofa and squeezed my sore tits hard. I was in too shocked to resist. “Pinkman sent us,” he said. “Ouch, please, leave me alone,” I.