Here was a man who knew that something had to be done for the poor people in that housing slum, and admitted it right off. His willingness to help, ma...e him my first 'private sector' investor. He was very good at procurement, I found. We got along quite well.Shortly before the foundry was up and running, we started to receive wagonloads of ore. I had decided early on, to stoke the furnace magically. It hadn't been very hard to do. I found some most cooperative fire elementals who said they. “N-No, I just ... where do I sleep? Back in the cart?”“Ye’ll catch yer bloody death if ye sleep in that fuckin’ cart Bevan, and we ain’t got any spare tents for ye. Not enough Orcs to carry the gear of the ones yer Paladins killed.”He waited, not knowing what else to do.“Oh alright ye sod, ye can sleep in me tent. I got the biggest one, after all, bein’ the leader of this here band.”“But where will you sleep?”She leaned down to eye level with him, and he tried to keep his gaze away from her. Other guests were arriving too and the party was on. Some guests were drinking, some were lounging on the deck or enjoying the hot tub. Some Masters had their slave girls and these men and girls were dressed quite freaky and obsessive like the swingers. “Where is your slave hiding”? Nick asked Joe, whispering in his ear although Irene listened but kept quiet.“She is down stairs in the gloryhole for the night”. Nick replied with a kinky smile. Irene blushed and thought of what the slave must be. ’ ‘What about the man on the floor? He doesn’t look like he would be much of a threat.’ ‘He’s the one who shot Officer Billy, Beth.’ Chief Turrington waved two officers over to secure the men under discussion. ‘Now would you like to tell me what is going on?’ ‘Don’t say anything else Mrs. Friedman, and where is Mr. Jacobs?’ The lawyer from Marta’s firm had arrived. He was a tall reedy type with glasses dressed flawlessly in a pinstripe grey suit with a bright blue tie and carrying a briefcase. .