“What are you trying to say?” Kreg’s voice lowered.“Gentlemen, the purpose of this meeting is to find out what to do about the disunity of the...armies and the survival of Ridgehill,” Grace said, raising her voice as much as was appropriate for a woman of her stature.Joseph rejoined the conversation. “Yes, that’s right Grace. Now I have come up with a few ideas but admittedly, they are not feasible. The first was to raise a militia of our own with the town guard as its base.”Kreg noticeably. He had been working there as a Pharmacy technician and after four years he felt it was time to begin his approach to his actual career. His thoughts on Pharmacy were not at all negative; he enjoyed it for the fact of all the women that worked there with him. For him being a tall black man with an incredible physique, despite being engaged he took every chance to marvel at the women. First of the bunch was Diane; she was a gorgeous blonde that always gave him hard time to keep his swelling. Whatever his crime, his captors dragged him to the Mizzen mast and hoisted by the wrist chains to a stretched-standing position with a light block and tackle. As the man stood on the balls of his feet, the constable directed the deckhands to wrap his body in other light chains that had small wires affixed to them, not unlike barbed wire. These chains were drawn tightly so that with each movement, the sharp wires scratched and abraded his skin. Tink felt stirrings inside her that made her gasp. The one who was hiding her affair. The one who was miserable because she was so twisted by guilt and shame for her bisexual desires. Even that was a world that was better than the one I journeyed towards.A world in my image was a world where I had my family. Linda, Becky, Sam, and James. There was another option here. One that I had forced upon Seth. One that I could accept at any time if I had the courage to give it up.A reset of everything I had done.“Steve?” Linda asked. “You can't. He'll.