She knew what would happen. She did it. Her shirt was lifted up and over her head. She was now nearly naked as the shirt got tossed out the window.“...Turn,” the rear man said.She did. Suddenly light began to penetrate the car. There were several flashlights shining in the car. This was now a show. I needed to stop this now. Sex play with a couple of strangers was one thing. A performance was something else. What should she do? If she had to give a performance to keep her phone, she wanted. He was trying to get my mother’s attention and sweet talk her. “Hey, pretty lady, why don’t you give me a sign? I’ll make you mine all mine!” he shouted.“I’d like to give him a stop sign and shove it up his ass,” my Mom whispered.“Now now, you told us that we have to be polite to everyone. Even Master Rooster, Ma’am,” Julie reminded my mother of the rule sweetly and then commented on how dumb the name “Master Rooster” sounded.“You are correct, and I need to set a better example, thank you,. The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern they tried to puzzle their way out of the mess they had found themselves in.The three had been adventuring together for some time, but had yet to build any renown. Their leader was Lady Naomi, a striking figure, powerfully built but with delicate, refined facial features, her fiery red hair flowing in a long braid. Her milky white freckled skin. In their old Group place, there had been little time to decorate weapons and tools. They had found even less time in their travels, and any handcrafts were strictly utilitarian. Then he remembered Seth’s admonition. “They serve their purpose, Rand,” he replied evenly, “we have come this far with them, and have found them perfectly adequate.” Then he turned, and stalked off to his position in the file.The first two days passed with only one minor incident. They had passed by a brush-hidden cave.