We had some lettuce left over from yesterday and a couple of tomatoes. I had some bacon in the freezer, wrapped accordion style in wax paper. Bacon, l...ettuce and tomato sandwiches sounded good to me. I pulled a few slices of bacon out to thaw as my phone vibrated. Another email from Frank. It was everything the DEA had on Pablo. I decided to read it later on the office computer. I sent back my thanks. I took a deep breath. I still hadn’t figured out how to handle Pablo. A bullet always came to. Even when Gillen had explained the entire Third platoon was meant to be the Princess’ champions, the young woman had held firm. Deep down in a part of herself she didn’t enjoy visiting very often, Gillen’s pride was wounded even though she knew Ataya had not meant it as a slight.She had yet to beat the smith. Swordsmanship had advanced beyond what Sir Givens had experienced in his long and storied career, so she thought she’d have an advantage. She’d tried new tricks on Yren, ones she’d learned. "No Peter, I can't, it's just too dangerous," she said firmly to her eleven year oldnephew as he pleaded with her to allow him to fuck her."But why, Auntie, why, you loved it the other day you know you did." I know, I know Peter, but it's just too dangerous," Marilyn said, a little scared thatshe was going to relent herself before too long.Peter Goodge was depressed, he knew for sure that his aunt wanted him to fuck herbut it seemed now that she wasn't going to allow her true feelings to. "I should have been more specific. When we're together, I command him. He has his own job and his own apartment. He lives his life like anyone else, except when we're together."I nodded. "Like tonight."She nodded.I studied his eyes for a moment. Even with the mask, I could tell that he wasn't upset. Quite the opposite in fact. He seemed pleased she had answered for him. It was a level of control I couldn't imagine giving up, and I said, "You say I'm neutral, that I could be one or the other.".