She let her hands move subtly towards the hilts of her swords as the discussion continued.?Ah, but by your own admission, a great leader can make quit... the difference. And my ?pitiful band? will soon have the greatest leader of all.??Hah,? Asiara scoffed, ?and who is that leader? You???No, Asiara. That leader is you!?Asiara heard the sound of metal scraping against metal as the Sersiphi guards drew their swords.Negotiations were clearly over, and Asiara was ready for action. With a single. Before she placed it into her mouth she looked over at Ken. She giggled."You can start, Ken."He instantly began to eat the food.Misha gave little attention to Ken and found herself smiling at Bob. She wondered how he was enjoying the food. She was happy she had him in her house.Bob was halfway through his food. "Misha, didn't you want to say something to Ken-boy?"Ken hated being called that."Oh, yes!" She sat back in her seat. Taking a napkin from her lap, she dabbed it to her lips before. She had wheatish skin and a sturdy body due to her manual work. Like most village hardworking women, she was well built much better than many atheletes. She was swaying side to side, probably not much accustomed to alcohol.She was wearing a simple plain yellow saree with some artificial ornaments. I got a little carried away by seeing her behavior. I didn’t want to force. So I asked her what she was doing there. She said she is fed up with her husband and many irrelevant things.She was creating. .. about a repair I need done.”“Okay,” said the cheerful voice. “I’ll try to find him. He might be out in the chicken coop. Hang on.”While she waited, she thought about hanging up too. Chicken coop? Why would a grown man be spending time in a chicken coop? What would he say? What would she say? She half expected a male voice to come on the phone, gloating, saying something crude, like “Hey, baby, why did it take you so long to call me? I’ve wanted to get in your panties for ages.”“Hello,” came.