The night of my family’s death, my father was working on a sword for his birthday. Based on how he was acting, arrogant and self important, I guesse... that he had not joined the Imperial Service, after all. If he had, that arrogance would have been beaten out of him long ago. I stopped just in front of him, and leaned down so that my face was only a half finger’s length away. I noticed a touch of fear in his eyes, but he held his ground and continued to look at me with indifference.I sneered and. Naked I think. With something smooth running down my left leg. “You done with him, yet?” Jake asked.I opened my eyes a crack and saw the bearded guy sitting between my bare legs. Shaving one. What the hell?“Just about. Not much to shave off this k**, really.”“Make him baby smooth just the same. Can’t redo the first time—might as well make it perfect.”The bearded guy chuckled and spoke to himself. “Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up!”I zoned out again.I woke up rocking gently. This wasn’t. I grab my collar from the nightstand and slip it around my neck, buckling it in place.The pink leather material lightly bites into my soft morning skin—the silver leash-ring clinks with every frantic move I make. Lifting my nightshirt up, exposing my belly to the morning air, then higher up over my breasts, my nipples stiffen quickly. The nightie drops to the floor next to my previously discarded bathrobe before both get kicked under the bed. Grabbing the purple toy from the nightstand, I slide. I pulled up next to her, and she said "If you want to camp back there with me, you're welcome." That kind of threw me for a loop, being totally unexpected. It was definitely the best offer I'd had in a long time but my mind seemed to be in overload. I did have a few functioning brain cells so I noticed that she said "with me", not "with us". All I could think of was to tell her the truth, so I explained that I wasn't camping, just checking out the campground. She said "Are there more of.