I worked hard and she seemedto be always complaining.One day I said:"Carol, who wears the trousers?"She said:"We both wear trousers, Nicky." That's no... what I meant."I didn't realise it then, that she had understood exactly what I meant andthat this comment signified that up to now we had both made decisionstogether but that now she was taking over."Who makes more money?" I said.She accepted that I made more money than her and that I thought sheaccepted that I wore the trousers. I could not. "It'll ruin your wandering." Her face grew very concerned. "Your family will be shamed."Shrugging, Sammel stood up. "Oh well." He said. He looked at the dwarven girl that he never knew was a girl. "Max, why did you never tell me?"The dwarf gave him a quick glance. "Would it have served to make a difference?" Then she turned away. "I've heard you talk all about girls, Sammel. I know what you like in them, remember?" She looked at him again. "And I know what you don't like in them." Then she. But I do have to say that if Sarah wasn't married I'd be working hard on her to get her to come home with me." Well daddy, even if she wasn't married you wouldn't be able to separate her from those randy sons of hers." I wouldn't want to. I'm not as young as I once was and I'd need help in keeping her happy." You are that kinky?" Sweetie, you don't know the half of it. Rick's mother was an absolute slut. I can't even remember how many times I had to stand in the closet and watch while she. "Sir, I hate to say it, but this sounds terribly like an excuse for not producing the child. Do you have injured personnel resulting from this raid?" No, sir, none. It was surgical strike, better than we could mount ourselves. Karl, I swear to you: it is the truth. We looked for the mother's female lover in a nearby town, and she had disappeared as well. It has all the signs of a planned military extraction, but not by us! The garbled accounts we have received from the staff at that base talk.