Kassandra was a pragmatist at heart. While Will bitched and moaned about honor and warrior codes, her logic was a little different. As far as she was...concerned, she was paying for the teaching, and because she was paying them, they owed her a certain amount of respect. She rejected the spineless ‘Lick the Ground the Teachers Walk On’ policy of one Lenny May Bono, a fellow black belt who’d been promoted for her submissive cowardice. She rejected Will’s warrior like stoicism. As far as Kassandra. "Three, thank you miss." Samantha continued until Zoey counted twenty. Samantha was happy, but her fun was far from over. Samantha planted her butt on the edge of the bench and told Zoey to get down on her knees. "I've had a very trying day, I want you to kiss my feet." "Wha-yes, miss." remembering what will happen if she says what again. Her soft lips, ran all along the tops of Samantha's feet, tenderly kissing them. "Don't forget, my toes." Her face moving down to suck each toe and licking. "Can't we go get the goats, let them carry this stuff back?" Wimp." I'm tired." Like I said." You have the baby to help you carry things." I honestly don't think he's helping too much at this point."Zak reached his hand over, placing it on her belly. Alice laughed."Can't feel him yet. Still too small."His hand patted what he sometimes called the baby house, before retreating back to his side. Alice put her own hand where his had been. She wanted to feel it. Feel the little guy kick. Zak. When I looked around, I noticed my husband reclining in a padded armchair near the window, his legs sprawled out in front of him, fast asleep. The table beside him held a tray of food, half-eaten, and an open book lay on his chest. I was disappointed he wouldn’t have come to bed if he was tired – he was still healing, I knew, even if he was back to walking normally – but it was clear he hadn’t intended to fall asleep. The shadows under his eyes said he needed the rest, however.I got up silently.