She was provocatively dressed in high heels, fish net stockings which went to her upper thighs, just below a minuscule skirt which barely concealed sc...nty thong panties that narrowly covered her cunt. Her short sleeved upper garment was cut so low that the nipples of her tits were plainly visible just above it’s frilly top. Her ensemble was completed with a slender little riding crop which she nonchalantly held in her left hand as she extended her right one in a smiling, warm welcome. “So. Did you need me to do anything for you?”Before I could answer, Misty knocked on the door and joined us.When I asked what she needed, Misty said, “Doug, I got busy talking about the translation work I’m doing and forgot to tell you about my recruitment effort.“While you were gone, I posted a job notice at the Medical Guild office in Billby. I’ve also attended church services twice. No one responded to the job notice and the staff at the Medical Guild let me know it is unlikely that anyone will. Cursing loudly for not even being able to get a shity job at a fast food restaurant, he was so pissed at how shit his life was. After thinking it over again he just sighed and stared at the sky.I guess tomorrow is a new day, and it might get better he thought to himself as he chuckled at the thought. There had been many of those thoughts countless days before, so he just put the thought in the pretty much crap filter in his mind and continued to stare at the sky.while looking up he thought a. They would just do it in a way that they never expected.“They believe in self-sacrifice, don’t they? Time to put their flesh where their mouths were. Let’s do it. I wonder how dead Sparrows taste? Tough meat or tender?” I chuckled, lending my hand to the work of cleaning and preparing the meat.It was hard work, at least harder than expected, but we got the deed done, and the poor young Sparrow ended up in a nice, hearty stew. We certainly could use the calories, and frankly, it was a decent.