Zax arranged his new daily schedule to evenly train for twelve hours in the bodily maneuvers with the goal to converge and disperse the energy in each... of the six hundred and fifty moves and gestures, and the next twelve hours to meditation and reconstruct the bridge between his soul and the savagery to something more efficient....The swirling air turned comparably to a cyclone and Zax was at its eye for one moment and in the next somewhere else, where the bodily maneuvers took him.Almost four. Rather than getting out, Girl#2 again screeched, "Argh!" in frustration. She paused trying to think of a solution, but couldn't, and then accepted the inevitable and started moving to get out.Eileen, who would be Girl#4, said, "Umm, I can't decide whether to do IT, or just cuddle. But I think I'd rather give up my turn to Tianna." (Girl#2). "Is that okay, Julia?" Of course it is, sweetie. That's very nice of you."Tianna quickly turned to Julia, and excitedly checked, "I can have a turn?". No matter what happens, somebody somewhere is going to get hurt, or even killed, right?”“Sure. We call it the butcher’s bill. Dead, wounded, all of that.”“Your problem is that you take so much responsibility on yourself that you think the butcher’s bill is your fault. It’s what made you a good leader - taking that responsibility - but every time you moved up, there was more responsibility, and the bill kept getting higher. The more men under your command the more likely somebody was going to. It would be to your benefit to please me," Mistress Tamela now changed the subject. "Before you are given names a fewquestions are in order. "Female, your nipples seem small to me, Are they capableof producing milk?" The slave replied; "I do not know Mistress Tamela, I havenever been pregnant". The slave cringed at hearing Mistress Tamela's response. "Foryour sake they had better produce sufficient milk for my future offspring" MistressTamela continued. "I noticed that you have a tiny clit.