”“If you don’t take any risks, you’ll never get the rewards.” Robin responded. “I slogged through many campaigns before I got to where I a...m.”“I know, I know.” The guard nodded sheepishly. “But I ain’t got the skills or the ambition. I’m happy being a lowly guard. No excitement or fancy slaves for me, no sirree. The dockside brothels are cheap enough.”Robin sighed again, and turned away. Perhaps it was for the best, he thought of the two pretty little slaves he’d captured personally in the. Jason ran, leaving his football behind. He ran as fast as his legs could take him. ?I’m gonna get you, ya little chink!!? Christopher shouted towards him.Jason was afraid of Christopher. The older fat white kid not only bullied him and made his life miserable, by doing things like carrying him and dumping his entire skinny little body into the garbage can, but also that his own mom was reluctant to do anything.Both his mom and aunt insisted that he just runs away. They. ”That really stung, and somehow it also inspired me in my efforts. The next thing I heard from Trudy was, “Must you be moan so loudly? Can’t you keep it down?”“No honey, I can’t. Thinking of you – it just motivates me.” That didn’t sound very romantic.“What a line, did you just make that up?”I was indeed imagining Trudy when I was back there. I could picture nailing her as she lay on the seat cushion; her underpants were on the floor, her legs were spread wide, and her shoes and ankle socks. This kind of back and forth, nonproductive shooting went on for about 15 minutes. That's when Carol volunteered to do something very brave. Our vehicle had a small emergency escape door in the back floor panel similar to what tanks and APCs (Armored Personnel Carriers) have. Carol volunteered to wiggle through the small trap door and try to flank our attackers.We tried to talk her out of it, but she insisted. Hell, we had to admit that she was right. Somebody was going to have to do it, and her.