"Go to work, do what you are supposed to be doing. That will probably be as safe as anything else. You're predictable right now. You come here, you go...home. You're only available to hit out on the street. I am surprised they did the deed out in the open like that. This is a pretty cocky guy."The Marshal assigned to me said, "Want to go downstairs to the range? They have all the ammo you could ever use up. Come on, let's get you a little more proficient with your sidearm."We both checked out ear. ”And, to my bemusement, that’s actually what happened.Behind a nondescript door there is an upward ladder, which leads us to a cosy little cabin. There are two beds with a narrow corridor between them, nothing else, and it is almost high enough to stand upright.“This is nice. And we won’t be disturbed?”“No, Sir, at least not for the next hour or so.”‘Sir’, she called me. I like her better with every minute.“Good. Take off your clothes then. I don’t have any music, but make a bit of a show out. The town was a frontier settlement, having started as an outpost a mere century ago, and was surrounded by tiny communities huddled behind their wooden palisades, all within a half a day's journey. Their goddess of the wilderness, who dressed in leaves and often walked beside fierce beasts had held sway for the first fifty or sixty years since the founding of the town, (called Twomby) but over the past several decades another form of worship had emerged, a god of weather, a trickster of a god. So she hadonce again taped down her new, enhanced bust and put on the baggyclothes and the nerdy glasses. She couldn't stop herself from skippingsteps though and she was breathing heavily. Her excitement couldn't becontained. After five years worth of hard work, she would finally haveher revenge. No, she couldn't afford any mistakes tonight.She walked into Olivia's room. She cast a glance towards the bed. TheDuchess did not stir. The rise and fall of her chest beneath the silksheets was barely.