There were no trees close, nor the manpower to bring the wagons, set pickets, AND construct even the most basic fortifications. And he wanted pickets....At least they had the slope behind them. That offered sort of a barrier, protecting one flank. The trail up also re-assured him, even if logically he had no idea how to get home from there once they retreated back to the top of the valley.Not that retreating was an option."Felek."His eyes focused on Ruta. She came up to him, a steaming mug in. By the way, my name is Karen." Jiri," said Jiri, and they shook hands, a little awkwardly. Jiri could not place her accent; it could have been European, but was not a strong one. She was certainly not an Australian or a Kiwi.With that, she sat down in the seat opposite Jiri and gazed with rapt attention at the unchanging landscape. Silence returned to the carriage, and Jiri returned to his book.Jiri did not notice immediately, but Karen's posture always seemed a little awkward, and she kept. This further aroused him causing him to turn the knickers around. He then inhaled the smell of the heavy dark brown stain in the seat of the white knickers which had been up the cleft between the cheeks of Nicola's dirty bottom. He turned them inside out. He stared closely at the wet creamy patch on the crotch linking to the large greasy shiny skidmark in the rear. All the deposits in these knickers could hardly have been fresher if Nicola had actually been wearing them.Max had left sometime. "I should be doing that." And you will, in future. What's your name?" I ... I ... don't remember." How long have you been a slave?" I ... I'm sorry, Master. I don't remember."I sighed and placed a plate in front of her, cut bread and pushed the bread-board to her. "Help yourself. Cupboard's a bit bare at the moment, but we won't starve for a while." Master? You want me to eat with you?" Yes." I suppose I was rather short in my response, as her head dipped, but she reached out to take a slice of.