But he didn’t want to think about that at the moment, especially not now, as he lay completely naked, splayed out on his bed with his head resting o... his arms, a warm weight sitting on his butt, soft hands working his back. “Mm, a little harder..” he sighed, his voice soft and noticeably tired. He smiled as he felt the soft feminine hands working the lean muscles of his body press a little firmer. “Mm, I might give you something a little harder. If you really want to start bossing me around…”. Lomac had heard from that man that there were great areas of desolation in this desert-like plain as well as many dangers to be found. But once across it, there was a friendly tribe living on the other side.They were half way to the edge of the plain when disaster struck. They were walking single file in a dense wooden area. Vincent was in front opening the way with Lomac in the rear while both women were in the middle when a great cat attacked them. They had been moving in the gloomy forest. You’re okay with me calling you Nat?““Yes, that’s fine Pam. Stop procrastinating,” she bantered.“Sharp as a knife ... As you might imagine being stuck in a jar, after Jeanette had rescued me 25 years ago was getting harder by the day. Every time Gregory opened the cabinet I was hoping it would be the time they had created a new body and that it was ready for me to continue my life.““Oh no Pam! That’s so horrible!” Natalia exclaimed, shocked by Pamela’s suffering.“One day when Gregory was in. ”“You punched him, Captain,” Will tried to explain. He buckled his sword belt on and checked his rapier.“Aye, he ‘ad it comin’!” she snarled. “I tried nice. Told ‘im I wasn’t one o’ the whores, and he kept on!” She adjusted her saber.“It’s the rules at Mary’s,” Will said. “No violence.”“Fuck that!” Belita hissed. “I ain’t gonna do nothin’ when a drunk asshole calls me a whore!”“He shouldn’t have done that, but at Mary’s all violence gets dealt with the same way. Doesn’t matter who starts it..