Those who didn’t know how to survive would rather die of starvation than to eat a bug, especially a big, nasty, dirty, germ infested cockroach. He h...d eaten worse than that in the desert and in the jungle. With all of the tight squeezes he had been in, most times he didn’t have the luxury of time to think, to assess, and/or to plan his next move. Relying on his training to keep him safe and to keep him alive, he just reacted. Trained to kill, he did what was he was trained to do and what came. " My response to the death of my mo... , of Lady Tara was completely understandable, from my point of view," Aaron sighed, clearly in pain."They took something... , someone very precious from me and I retaliated in kind, in my perception of an equivalent response. She saved me Caleb, rescued me as an infant, how could I do any less? It was not a measured response, it was not an eye for an eye, it was a body for an eye, a village for an eye. If you hurt me or someone I care for, I am not only. We just stared at each other for a moment his eyes traveling up and down my body, the breeze giving him ample glimpses of me. I suddenly remembered that i could speak, ‘Hi Bert’ I stammered ‘I was just wondering if you had a couple of eggs i could borrow.’ ‘Eggs?’ He asked, making no effort in hiding the fact that he was staring down my top. ‘Yeah, eggs, you know chickens lay them’ i laughed, making no effort of covering myself from his eyes. He suddenly looked up and stood back a bit ‘Sure. I'll assign you to a woman here who will keep you aroused for maximum sperm production. She'll also be wanking you when the time comes, controlling your trajectory and such. The contest will be in ninety minutes. Until then, she'll tease you and keep you hard and almost cumming. But you don't cum until the contest. Understand?" I guess so. Who's the unfortunate lady? Do I get to pick one?" No, they pick you. They draw lots, and choose you as they themselves are chosen by lot. You're the last.