If it isn’t their book, they might grab a pad of paper and make copious notes, copying whole paragraphs, noting comments, and ideas.Benny didn’t d...o any of that. To him, just the idea of marking up book was the same was spraying graffiti in an art museum. It was an act that covered up and obscured the true pure art that was the whole purpose of the museum. He wanted nothing between him and the words on the page.Benny didn’t learn things the same way as others. For Benny, learning was just a way. "It looks like the action should be starting any time now." I say and turn to the healer. Caster and Pollux. "We need to make a plan. not that it will matter much as all plan are subject to change." Why do we need a plan?" Caster whines. "we wait back here and tend to anyone who shows up." Ah guys," I look back and forth between them. "If they are hit by gun fire how are they supposed to get to you?"They blink. Pollux thinks about it and turns pale. "Oh goddess." he sinks down into a crouch and. His women, while only two in number, had the right attitude for slave girls.Both of Laurie's concubines had trouble sitting down, of course. Zenobia Stanfield's most reluctant concubine, Kim Parson, seemed rather upset, for reasons that were unclear. She wouldn't look anyone in the eye, except for her ex-husband, with whom she appeared to be pleading for some reason. Dale was too busy with his own concubines to really care about her, however."Kim, stop begging! He won't take you back, or else. If you fail, then you repeat the week, and you only have seven days to make a good impression before your first evaluation!” he said as he locked her into the cage.I went to bed that night with thoughts of the wicked things I would do to my sister dancing in my head. I was overwhelmed with so much new information. I wanted to sneak back downstairs and talk to my sister. I had the sneaking suspicion she was plotting to get me in trouble somehow and that this was all some elaborate ruse that.