What the hell was this about?I nodded, probably a little too enthusiastically.“You won’t say anything about this, will you?”It was a directive.I...shook my head, “Not at all. It didn’t even happen.”“Of course it didn’t happen,” Candy replied, “You’re still alive aren’t you?”There it was.She meant that. She was dead serious. What the hell was going on?I was getting cold. Thirsty and cold. I furiously wanted a drink, but didn’t want to mention my discomfort. Didn’t want to let her know all my. I watched her movements. My heart was racing as he approached,carnivorous smile on my lips."Good evening, my darling, he said, sitting down."My Master stared at me. I saw in his eyes shine a perverse flame, thespark of vice that could take him so far. It is an understatement to saythat he undressed my gaze; in truth, his gaze says what he expects fromme:My ass from every angle, and deep down. Yes, he was already piercing me,and i fell into his nets once more. No hope of return. Especially. When I buttoned it up, I intentionally left it unbuttoned down to my belly button. The material was light and airy, and I knew it would be a wonderful dress for a windy day.Carla brought me a tube top with short shorts and asked me to try them on. She said that she loved the way the boys stare at her when she wore them. I said, of course, I would try on anything she thought I’d look sexy in. Once again, I purposely left the curtain open as I slipped off the sundress. This was getting fun. As I. " I doubt very much that it will be a better life," I responded gruffly. "We'll be on the road for the next eleven months and during that time we'll be in constant danger. As for your ability to fight, I don't doubt that you have skills that you picked up with the IDF that might be useful, but unless you've got an Uzi hidden away somewhere, you're going to need to learn to use a sword or spear and a bow." I don't have an Uzi," Zahra admitted with regret, "but I will learn to use the other.