She's five or six years younger than you, and is English. We captured her in Tirfil where she was the resident mistress of an ex-pat engineer. Now she... is a slave here, and I must admit she had a hard time, both in Tirfil and on the way back here, but if you want her, she's yours. Frankly I think she is afraid of my title and has never met anyone from the nobility before."Robinson realised that any woman captured in Tirfil had probably been raped thoroughly by the army before the Emir acquired. Jeff watched, amused as Cheesecake meowed at her and she playfully meowed back. ‘Yeah, I didn’t notice him at first, he spooked me,’ he muttered, a bit ashamed that he had almost squashed her pet. She held Cheesecake up to a little shelf next to a window and the cat slithered from her arms and proceeded to turn it’s back to Jeff. ‘I don’t think he likes me very much,’ Jeff added. She giggled, ‘He’s just a bit fussy, he is a cat after all.’ She held up a purple notebook, ‘Shall we get to work?’. They abandoned their branches and then walked tiredly back to the wagon.Jeremiah Stone dismounted at the small wooden structure, obviously newly built, that had a painted sign above the door that simply said "JAIL." He went inside, stomping his boots and making ineffectual swipes at the dust on his pants legs. The office was empty of humanity, as were the two cells built into the back wall. They appeared to have been built out of flat iron, probably used wagon tires, riveted together by the. ." she began, starting to cry a little."But it isn't about that, is it? I want you to want it, or else I might as well be jerking off. If you're doing it because you feel obligated, then it isn't worth it, and I won't do it. We have to both enjoy it or it doesn't make any sense. And the stupid part is that you do! Or at least part of you does."She blushed again. She knew what I was referring to. One night several weeks ago, she had come home slightly tipsy from a night on the town with the.