The Wizard Troop teenagers showed up at my command tent and I used them as messengers, sending orders out into the camp. Luckily none of the teens wer... injured. Reports from Sergeants or corporals drifted in for the rest of the afternoon about casualties. The death tolls from the river fights were mostly from the final fight with the Caldavian Count and his personal bodyguard. Lord Oxnot's men did not fare well with the Count's men, but the men-at-arms and the rangers subdued the Count and all. My wife had gone off on another of her jaunts, alone. No wife to fuck and no Rebecca to distract me, so I immersed myself into organising my staff requirements, office layout, all the humdrum stuff. It took a few weeks but Monday was the start of the new system.I couldn't believe my luck when I met my new staff. A few were very forgettable. A few with potential. Then SHE walked into the room. Ah, those legs, tanned now, she was fucking hot.She'd been away on leave for the past few weeks. There. Perhaps even your sick fuck of a Father would line up for you Clara. You look so innocent. Suddenly Clara snaps back to life. No. He isnt sick and he wouldnt conceive of it. I wont either. Ohh but Clara I was just starting to like the idea. Hed probably be disappointed that the cock that made you wasnt the first one between your lips, but Im sure hed still be up for it. Clara starts to sob No, please&hellip, its not&hellip, no. The priest hoists her up off the ground, turns her around and bends. Five minutes passed. Then she heard the doorknob turned and then there came a banging on the door. She ignored it.“Open this door!” It was Peter shouting.“Go away Peter,” she shouted back.“I demand you come down and face the family you have disgraced.”“Demand away,” she replied quietly, for by now her anger was ice-cold. “You are a few words and a few minutes away from the end of your marriage, you stupid man. If you don’t change your tune I’ll be calling a cab to take me back to the airport.