She’d made a point of having a daily conversation with the Dutchman, despite his stay in Monte Carlo being extended. But now he was back in London,...it was time to up the ante. What had become known in the tabloid press as the ‘Mary O’Leary affair’ was destroying their hopes of an election victory. And if that happened, there was no doubt that Alistair would be outed as the Conservative Party leader. In disgrace! Unbeknown to others, it wasn’t just his career that would be in tatters. Although. She was perky and cute. Tall for her age, taking after her mother, she stood about 5'6, built the same as her mother, slender without much tits and with a cute little butt and nice long dirty blonde hair. "Nice to meet you", she responded, "and go Fuck yourself Cache"she added before she left towards the living room. I laughed my ass off at this, she was snide and clearly not as angelic as her mother. Cache and her seemed to have a typical brother sister relationship where he wanted nothing to. "I'm surprised your woman let's you put that on there like that...don't think I'd want my goods out there on display but to each his own they say." He ran his hand through his hair, seeming uncomfortable with the conversation. "The phones' over there sugar, help yourself" I said. "You want something to drink?" Some water be good, thank you ma'am"..he said his eyes were on my perky tits. "The name is Dixie hun, my ma is ma'am...I aint quite there yet" I said with a smile. I came back in with his. The quarrel hissed through the air, catching him in the throat. He grasped at it then ripped it free. Blood flowed down his throat. He staggered for a moment before collapsing, gurgling on the ground. Grinning, I stowed my hand crossbow and focused on the gray tent.I stalked to the back of the tent. The warleader was the true danger. The naga trained them brutally, teaching them how to fight, how to give pain, and how to endure it. Some even learned dread arts, magics that manipulated shadows..