[Around 11:30AM]
Francisco is sitting on the edge of the bed finishing up getting dressed. Tying up his shoes he then puts his feet down and stands up. He pats under his shoulder where a holster is at with his newly acquired firearm is in. Ashley, having less to put on (bra, panties, polo shirt, skirt, sox and canvas sneakers) was already dressed steps up to him with towels and a few bath things in her arm. She puts her hand on his clean-shaven face that she had a hand in shaving him. She then inches up to him, planting her lips against him. It lasts just a few seconds before she lowers herself onto her feet again. She lets out a sigh before running out of the room.
 
Francisco stands there in confusion as to what happened and her actions. With little to do, he goes downstairs to Lareina’s office. But the office is locked, and the place seemed empty and quiet. He goes back out to the rear yard of the club and to his camper. Both Mikey the Wrench and Doc Mastonson were gone. Just in case he goes into the camper and puts his suit jacket and clip-on tie on the bed before inspecting his tricycle. He gets on and sits on the tricycle, inspecting the work done and what changes were done to the tricycle.
 
He can see that some wires were moved around for the radio. But where he had the radio connected to the ignition switch to turn on when the motor is running, he decides to check the vehicle further. He finds a couple of wires going to under the gas tank that were not there before. He decides to pull on them, pulling out a couple of Ash-Can fireworks rapped together with tape (each Ash-Can being about the power of the quarter of a stick of dynamite). He disconnects the wires from the fireworks and pockets them in his pants, following the wires to their connections on the spark plug connector. He takes his time to undo the jerry rigging and restore the wiring back to the way he had them at Junk Town. With the wire removed and the circuits restored, he wraps the wires around the fireworks and pockets them again. He turns on the engine for a quick test. It seems to run like before, he then shuts off the engine. He gets off the motorcycle, to check his wheels before he walks to the camper and climbs inside to lie down on the camper’s bed with the door open. Finding the lugs loose on the rear wheels, he tightens them and checks the wheels on the camper, also finding them loose and tightening them as well.
 
He thinks, though Doc Mastonson used a couple of white wires to connect the radio to the battery, they were as long and routed neatly unlike those wires to connect the fireworks to the sparkplugs which were routed sloppily though hidden. And as far as he can figure, Doc Mastonson was a Radio Doctor and not some street mechanic with knowledge of ignition systems. Only Mikey the Wrench would know how to connect a bomb to a vehicle’s ignition, especially a custom vehicle where the engine is in the rear of the vehicle and not under the gas tank like many motorcycles. And a Radio Doctor would not loosen the wheels of a vehicle in order to replace and install a radio as the two have nothing related or connected. If he knew where Mikey the Wrench works, he would go there to see him and shove the fireworks up his ass and ignite them. But he doesn’t and he cannot do what he wants, so he must be content with thwarting an attempt on his life by some asshole. But in his mind if he ever finds Mikey the Wrench, he would make Mikey pay for his attempt in trying to kill him and those with him.
 
Though he had a night’s sleep, it was not restful for him by any means. The sexual encounter with Ashley relieved some stress in the end, it was not wanted though it was not denied either. He wonders if this is what the Service Girls have to go through in servicing the Mine Master, though such thoughts are short lived as he already knows the answer. But the lingering question on his mind is “Why him?” That answer was already given by the Little Red Queen while he was forced to take a bath with Ashley.
 
He wonders where everybody is. Since it is almost lunch time, he thinks that perhaps everyone had left for their mid-day meal. But he himself is not hungry, having had a large breakfast a couple of hours before.  He knows that the girls were taken out for them to get a few needed things and then perhaps to lunch before they would get ready for work. The quietness of the town bothers him as he is so used to working in the piles where it would be noisy and with various commotions and distractions to be aware of. But now he can rest his body by lying down and yet there are hundreds of questions for him to figure out. The quietness itself is a distraction as it gives no assistance to giving out answers.
 
Lying there staring at the ceiling of the camper, he finds it hard to relax though his mind is drifting to the many years working at the piles. Like sleeping with his eyes open watching a daydream happening in front of him. Time goes by quickly without his notice. The clock has past 12:15PM and seemingly racing towards 12:30PM. The girls arrive at 12:22PM, walking to the open door of the camper, each carrying a backpack of sorts, large enough to store their personal items in it and more. Maria steps up to the open door of the camper with Darlene behind her and Tamara behind her.
 
Maria sticks her body a quarter of the way into the camper, seeing Francisco lying inside. She calls to him “Francisco?”
 
He turns to face her, “Maria?” they look at each other for a moment before he says, “You girls got those things for a girl’s needs?”
 
“Yeah.” She answers. She then adds, “May we come in? We need to put our things into these bags.”
 
He replies, “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”
 
Maria turns to the others to say, “We can go in.” She then throws her bag in first before climbing in and over Francisco to get into the camper.
 
Darlene steps up to the camper, taking a look inside before tossing her bag inside and climbing in.
 
Tamara steps up to the camper and looks inside, miffed at the situation, she says at Francisco, “I bet you would you want us to service you as soon as you close the door.”
 
“You can come inside, or you can stay out there. Remember there is a price you have to pay for being a bitch. I have not asked for payment, and I already saved your life twice now. I’m not asking to be serviced, not by you, not by Darlene and not by Maria. Here and now is not the place. Somewhere out there in the future, maybe in a few days, you may have too. But until then respect what I am working on getting for you girls and your needs. Now, like I said before, you can come inside like one of us or you can stay outside like one of the dogs.” Francisco tells her.
 
“Hmph...” Tamara says before she tosses her bag over him and climbs into the camp, straddling him for a moment to get past him.
 
He puts his hands onto her waist to keep her from going further, telling her, “We need to work together and trust each other, or we are going nowhere. I do not want to leave you behind, do not do things that will make me leave you behind.”
 
Tamara looks down at him before she nods. She then reaches to take his hand off her waist, and side-steps off him to join the others.
 
Though the bags look similar, there are differences. He has not figured out the differences yet, nor does he care. He just wants some peace and quiet.
 
Maria crawls over to him, “Francisco. Mind closing the door? We need to change into our work clothes.”
 
“Give me a second to put on my shoes and step out.” He tells her.  
 
As he sits up to get to the door, Tamara hops over to him, straddles him and reaches for the door as she continues to straddle him, closing it. She then puts her hands onto his shoulders to hold him down though he is a lot stronger than she is and she doubts if she can hold him down for long.
 
Tamara looks down at him, telling him, “Like you said, we need to trust each other, or we are going nowhere. I am trusting you to stay here with us as we change into our work clothes like they would have if I was not here with them.”
 
“Trusting me? It is going to take a while before I can trust you.” Francisco tells her.
 
“Because of things I said, I know.” Tamara points out. She begins to take off her t-shirt, exposing the spaghetti strap nylon-like material bra she is wearing underneath, “But you are right. I got to trust you and I hope you can trust me.” She then looks down at herself, letting out a tired sigh. “You do not have to trust me now, maybe one day you will. But you saved my life twice even though I threatened yours and everyone’s more than that.” She tries to hold back her tears then letting out another sigh, “I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to say ‘thank you’.”
 
He decides to throw a test at her, “You can say ‘thank you’ by servicing me here and now in front of the others.” Tamara looks at him as if she was hit in the head with a large object.  He adds “You all have been through it together and have seen it all, so it’s not a problem for them to watch you service me as they and others have watched you service the Mine Master. If they want, they can join in to take turns servicing me too. Only if they want to, but you must service me first.”
 
Hearing all this, the girls look at each other for a moment and then at Tamara. They are already in just their panties and bra, having taken off their outer layers to put on their work clothes. Darlene crawls over to Francisco and Tamara, leaning over behind Tamara with what few ounces of bravery she can muster, reaches her arms around Tamara and puts her hands under Tamara’s bra covered breasts, working her fingers into the bra to lift it off her breasts and cups them into her hands, hefting them slightly upwards in some sense as an offering. Though uncomfortable in doing so, she feels like getting some form of revenge for all the times Tamara did it to her in front of the Mine Master. With her head over Tamara’s shoulder, she says in a teasing but sultry tone while looking at Francisco, “I’m sure Francisco would like yours better than mine, you are so much bigger than I am.”
 
Tamara remains frozen in place as if hypnotized and awaiting command. Darlene though still embarrassed but still wanting to get even for all the times Tamara put her into embarrassing situations, reaches down to Tamara’s hip and undoes the button that holds her split open skirt at the hem and opens it, removing the flaps of material that makes up her skirt from her front to expose her white nylon panties she was wearing. She then puts her hand onto Tamara’s crotch to massage it lightly, saying “You got your white Virgin Panties on? What would the Mine Master say if he saw you servicing Francisco like one of his ‘virgins’? I know – nothing! Nothing because Francisco saved us from the Mine Master and the Mine Master is nowhere near or far to find us and now we got to service Francisco like we did the Mine Master because he saved us. We owe him, but he wants you to service him first to gain his trust!” Darlene leans over to Tamara and kisses her on the cheek.
 
Tamara seems to snap out of her trace, wanting to scream but holds it in, covering her crotch and bra-uncovered breasts with her hands and arms. She eventually out loud, “No!”
 
“No what?” Francisco asks sternly.
 
“No, I will not service you.” Tamara tells him, turning to Darlene, “I am not going to service him!”
 
“Then if you are not willing to service me, then I cannot trust you.” Francisco tells her. He adds “I will need you to get off me.”
 
Darlene steps to the side where Tamara could step off him, but Tamara remains on him.
 
“But I trust you. I have too, I just won’t service you.” Tamara tells him.
 
“And I need you to get off me... NOW!” Francisco growls at her, getting louder with each word.
 
Tamara looks down at him before slowing getting off him. Though her skirt was open and taken off her, the material wraps around her leg and is dragged along with her as she steps off him. She remains kneeling on the bed, facing him. Francisco gathers his shoes and makes his way to the door of the camper, opening the door and stepping outside. He leans against the door to keep them from opening it on the door while he put on his shoes.
 
Inside the camper, Maria says before Darlene can, “You better hope he is going to let you sleep here tonight. You won’t service him though you say you can trust him?” She shakes her head before she continues, “You do not bite the hand that feeds you. He’s been nice to you, and you’ve been a bitch to him this whole time. He saved our lives, he saved your life, you owe him, and you are treating him like trash? And you wonder why he does not trust you?”
 
“I am not treating him like trash, I just refuse to service him!” Tamara points out.
 
Darlene lets her voice known “Not servicing a man is treating him like trash, especially when he done so much for you, and you give him nothing in return.”
 
“That’s not true!” Tamara lets out.
 
“Yes, it is!” Maria says as she puts on her work polo shirt. She sits up to get her skirt to put on, “If it were the Mine Master, you would be giving up your pussy over to him then and there. And while he’s riding your ass, you would be telling him of all the secrets you found out and know between every squeal and moan you let out.”
 
Darlene leans back against Maria, “Don’t say you wouldn’t because I know you did. You even told me yourself that you did! All those that tried to escape before and were caught was because you snitched on them!”
 
“I snitched on them because they would not take me-*! Err, Us!” Tamara tries to defend her actions.
 
“My mother and my family were killed when the Mine Master found out about their escape plans!” Maria yells at her, throwing in “You’re lucky you were not at Junk Town when it happened. When I find out who did it, I am going to have them killed!”
 
“I can’t prove it, but you were there when my family got caught in their escape and the Mine Master had them killed and I was beaten and raped by his men.” Darlene growls at her.
 
“I was there. I had to be in order to service the Mine Master!” Tamara lets out. She thinks for a second, “Wait, you think I snitched on your parents? My parents were killed by the Mine Master too!”
 
“You better service Francisco tonight or go someplace else to sleep tonight.” Darlene tells her angrily.
 
“Why are you both mean to me! What have I done?!!” Tamara lets out.
 
“This is not your camper, it is Francisco’s. You do not rule here, he does. Everything you got from here, from clothes to food was because of him working and getting it for us, not you working for it for yourself, and you have not even serviced him to tell him ‘Thank you.’” Maria tells her, holding back Darlene.
 
“We are not at the junk mines anymore; you have no power over us anymore! We are free and equal, and it is because of him that we are, not from you making demands of him! You think that if Francisco would have left you at junk town that you would have snitch on him? Didn’t you see the place on fire as we rode away in the camper? You would snitch to Mine Master while the whole place burns around you? I am not ever going back there! If you weren’t here, I would have given Francisco the service that man deserves for getting me out of there!” Darlene tells her.
 
“That man never asked, demanded or forced you to service him, yet when it is time to pay up, you refused to service him. Is that fair to him? I’m gonna tell you that it is not.  He’s gotten us food, he’s gotten us clothes, he’s gotten us paid work, and he’s gotten us a safe place to sleep in. He would protect us and defend us. And I know he’s saved your ass from being sold to the sex slave masters of the city. So you owe him more than you dare think he owes you. His debt to you has been paid – as you threatened to either he helps you escape or you would snitch on us. He helped you escape, that debt is paid. He owes you nothing. Now you owe him for everything he got for you! That includes your freedom!” Maria doubles down on Tamara.
 
“Yeah. You can now sleep anywhere you want, you do not have to sleep here tonight if you think you have to service him.” Darlene throws at her.  
 
“You two are turning bitches on me!” Tamara complains.
 
“We can bitch here because it is true. And you can’t run to the Mine Master and cry to him and have him put bullets into our heads like you did with so many others. You do not rule here. You have no power here.  Consider yourself lucky Francisco saved you from being sold to the sex slave masters of this town and gave you a warm and safe bed to sleep in, and warm food to put in your belly this morning. Otherwise, you would be sucking on two or three cocks while having both your holes down there stuffed at the same time right now! Like the Mine Master had done to us!” Darlene tells her.
 
“I do not know how you found out about our plans to escape, but since you wanted to escape as well, all you had to do was ask, not threaten Francisco into taking you two. In asking he would have taken you in. So I’m bitching on you because you bitched on us first!” Maria tells her, throwing in, “Like Darlene said, you do not rule over us, there is no Master for you to go to, to service him and then snitch on us and have us shot in the head!” Maria tells her sternly.
 
“That is not my intent!” Tamara tries to defend herself.
 
“’You are taking us with you! If not, we will tell the master you two escaped!’ You said that to Francisco when we started out our escape. If that was not your intent, then what was? Like I said, if you asked, he would have taken you in.” Maria throws at her.
 
“I was going to ask Maria to take me if she was planning an escape, but you wanted to force things to happen.” Darlene points out. She and Maria look at her, “You getting ready for work or you staying here and finger #$@! your pussy all day while we work?”  
 
Tamara looks up to them, noticing that they had gotten dressed while they were getting on her case, and she was sat there wallowing in emotions flooding in from her past and present deeds. She seems to snap back to reality. She crawls to the other side of the camper and begins getting dressed as fast as she could. Darlene opens the door to the camper when Tamara only has her shoes left to put on.  Both Maria and Darlene slide up to the edge of the bed at the doorway before sitting with their legs hanging out of the doorway and hops out into the yard. Tamara slides herself to the door and lets her legs hang outside before putting on her shoes and hops out. The three of them stand outside as Francisco goes over the things packed away in the rear of the tricycle’s storage bay.
 
As the girls watch Francisco work on his vehicle, Ms Dora walks up to them from exiting the building.
 
Ms Dora walks up to them and says when she is close to them, “You ladies ready?”
 
Maria and Darlene turn to face her, and they nod. Tamara continues to look at Francisco. Ms Dora steps up behind Tamara and says loudly, “Are you ready?!”
 
Tamara almost jumps inside her skin, turning around quickly and looks up at Ms Dora.
 
Ms Dora looks down at her. “Hmph... You say you can’t stand him but there you are getting your panties wet on some daydream of him pounding your pussy.”
 
“But... I was not daydreamin-*” Tamara was about to say before getting a smack to the back of the head.
 
“Don’t try to fool me. I was once your age not too long ago, and I know what goes through a young girl’s heart while she is standing there looking at some guy and sweating in her panties. You stated that you can’t stand him, you do not like him, and you would not service him. But there you are oogling at him doing work and getting your panties wet at the thought of his manhood ravaging you throughout the day. So, you better listen good. There is a time for that and there is a time to work. This is a time to work, and you are to do as I tell you. And if you are going to have daydreams about him doing you lovely even though you cannot stand him, you better start liking him before you do or say the wrong thing to him that is going to make him abandon you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere between two towns.” Ms Dora tells her, “I do not care if you are his sister, cousin, girlfriend, slave, side piece, or whore he pimps off to others. This man gave you a lot, you better start giving him back something you owe him, so you better start putting up and servicing him like a good little service girl should. Perhaps you should get on your knees and put his manhood in your mouth right now for starters.”
 
“In front of everyone?” Tamara asks in shock, though she has performed for an audience many times before for the Mine Master.
 
“In front of everyone.” Ms Dora tells her. Tamara gives her a scared look before Ms Dora tells her, “We know where you all came from, so we know what you had to do to stay alive. It is not like you never performed in front of an audience before, where you came from, I know you did on many occasions and with those you did not liked. I wonder how many times you had done it with the Master’s dog.” That statement almost made Tamara want to throw up. Ms Dora notices her reaction, “If you done it with a Wessen, then you had done it with a dog. You just do not know the difference. Shit... before you all start work, I’m taking you three out to the sex show. And you will see girls doing it with dogs is a common thing.” She pauses for a second before saying “Or perhaps you want to perform for us right now.”
 
Francisco closes the hatch to his tricycle, turning to Ms Dora, “That will not be necessary. I may have issues with Tamara, but they are my issues to deal with. You work them as they are needed, but if you are going to force any of them into servicing anyone, then they do not have to work for no one and can sit in the camper all day and night under my protection. These are my girls, and I will do as I need with them as I see fit, no one has that right or power over them than I do.”
 
“Sorry to be overstepping your boundaries, sir. But as I see it, this one (pointing to Tamara) is going to be nothing but trouble to us all.” Ms Dora explains.
 
Francisco looks at Tamara, “Like the others, Tamara is my problem to deal with. You tell her what work she needs to do, and she will do it. If there is a problem, tell me and I will deal with it. But no one is going to take my girls and force them to service anyone: Man, Wessen or Animal. If somebody tries, then they will have a problem with me.” Francisco tells her.
 
Ms Dora nods for a second before saying, “Then I am going to take them out before they start their work. I promise you that no one is going to force them to service anyone in doing their job. We will see you later before dinner and the start of the work night.”
 
“Take care.” Francisco tells Ms Dora and then the others.
 
Ms Dora takes the girls into the building and from there to who knows where. Though he is angered for standing up for Tamara, he knows Tamara is a problem he needs to deal with alone. Though he did not trust it, he pushes up on the roof of the camper to pop-up it up to open some air-vents from above. Taking the head off the broom, he uses the stick to prop the roof of the camper open for the time being. Though the air in the camper can circulate with the door open, it would be better if both doors were open, one door and both windows, or the roof popped opened and one of the doors open. He takes this last option, as the door and window on the far side was blocked by a wall and minimizes air flow within the camper.
 
In thinking, work does not start for another 4 or 5 hours for them. He decides to turn on the engine to see if it has been tampered. The engine ran fine but checking the gas tank finds that he was down half a tank. He thinks about his trip and how much he is hauling, making him wonder if there was a fuel leak or some other issue. But considering the distance he had travelled and the amount he was hauling, he was doing fine in his fuel consumption.
 
Though he has a couple 5-gallon jugs of fuel in the rear hatch of the tricycle and three more in the kitchen area, he has more than enough to refill his two and half gallon tank several times, he would prefer to fill from a station. He unknowingly has enough fuel for almost a thousand-mile trip if it were on a straight and leveled line of travel. He sits down on the bed of the camper with his legs hanging outside of the door. With almost nothing to do until he is called for work, he is slowly getting stir-crazy with nothing to do as usually during this time he is out on the piles doing his job.
 
He notices the Little Red Queen ordering a couple of her staff to work on a large SUV and large camper trailer it is connected to further into the lot. If the lot has a rear exit, it was blocked by this vehicle set up for the time he was there from the day before. He thinks that this is maybe one of Queen’s personal vehicles she uses on get-aways and vacations, like those he heard from the Mine Master’s clients. They clean and wash the vehicle, somebody comes in with jugs of fuel in a wheel barrel and begin to fill the tanks on it, somebody was tuning the engine. A couple of the female workers were taking out food from the rear camper trailer and throwing it away, writing down what was thrown out (due to spoilage) and then leave the area only to return less than an hour later with a couple of delivery boys pushing large carts of replacement food. Noticing Francisco sitting in his camper, the Little Red Queen and Ashley walk up to him.
 
“Everything alright?” Lareina (The Little Red Queen) asks as they step up to him.
 
“Yeah...” Francisco replies before Ashley steps up to him and kneels in front of him, rubbing her hand against his groin. He looks down at her for a moment before looking up at Lareina, “Uhm... what’s going on?”
 
“They are just cleaning out my camper and bug-out vehicle. We do this every three months to throw out food and things that may have spoiled from just sitting around and make sure that the vehicle can run when needed too. It is rare that we use it at all with practice runs and camping trips.” Lareina points out.
 
“Bug out vehicle?” Francisco asks as he tries to stop Ashley from opening his pants.
 
“A Bug-Out Vehicle is any vehicle one uses to get out of a bad situation. Your ride and sleeper-camper are your bug-out vehicles as it got you and still getting you out of a bad situation with the mines.” Lareina explains.
 
“Oh...” Francisco says, taking a hold of Ashley’s hand to keep her from opening his pants. Ashley pouts as she looks up at him.
 
Lareina steps up to him, tapping Ashley on the shoulder to step back slightly from Francisco before tossing a newspaper onto his lap. On it is a headline “Fire on Slave Blimp Burns Down Junk Town. Many feared dead.” It continues with the story of what they think happened in Junk Town #98357. It lists that many of the water girls managed to escape as well as a couple Pile Workers and guards but the slaves in chains were killed in the fire. Francisco seems to not care, the place needed to be destroyed and those in control of it needed to die in his mind. She then asks him, “Is that where you escaped from?”
 
“Does it matter if I did or did not?” Francisco replies.
 
“I prefer if my workers are honest with me.” Lareina tells him.
 
“Then yes, we did escape from there. But we had nothing to do with the fire. I remember that day the mine Master fighting with the Slave Blimp Captain about paying for slaves that were too sick and die out in the piles days later. Threats were made, so I decided that it would be best to escape with the girls that night. Once we were a couple miles away from the place, there was a big explosion and fire. I kept on going and not looked back since. How it started, I do not know or care. But I would not put it past the Mine Master in trying to blow up the Slave Blimp and the burning blimp burnt down the rest of the town, he’s done it before but only the blimps burned. This time, who knows what happened.” Francisco tells her.
 
“I see.” Lareina says. She then says, “What kind of person would do that?”
 
“The Mine Master is a Wessen, Wolf Wessen like his father. I knew his father and had a deal with him to leave the mines at any time I want as I worked there and not a slave, but when he died and the son took over, things were not the same in a very short time. He refused to pay for our work and thought all of us as his slaves. So, I had to escape with the girls somehow or die trying.” Francisco explains.
 
“Wolf Wessen, you say? That explains everything. They deserve what they got then. You don’t turn back on what deals you inherited, you must honor them, and he did not. Karma bit him on his ass.” Lareina explains.
 
“You going to tell anyone?” Francisco asks her.
 
“Why should I? Business is business. That Mine Master should have dealt with it as business and not take it to a personal level. Taking it to a personal level invites Bad Mojo, and Karma will bite those who take it there.” Lareina explains.
 
“Mojo? Karma?” Francisco asks, adding, “I keep hearing those words but what do they mean?”
 
“Well, let’s see. Karma is when something happens to somebody because they deserve it, but this could be good or bad for them. Like if you kick a dog, Karma will have it that you deserve to be bitten by a dog and it happens.” Lareina explains.
 
“I see. And Mojo?” Francisco asks.
 
“You believe in luck or fate?” Lareina asks.
 
“Well, not really. But I think I can understand.” Francisco replies.
 
“Well, Mojo is that – luck or fate. Again, good or bad. Thus, people who temp luck or fate invite bad things to happen to them, that’s Bad Mojo. When it happens, it becomes Bad Karma. And Bad Mojo and Bad Karma can stay with you for a long time unless you can break it to make it good.” Lareina explains.
 
“So...” Francisco begins to say.
 
“So, that Mine Master got what he deserved in his mines burning down because he treated those around him, including you, badly. That brought on Bad Mojo onto himself, and bad Karma was soon to follow.” Lareina explains.
 
“I see.” Francisco replies as he struggles slightly with Ashley’s hands.
 
Lareina teases, “You do not want Ashley to give you a quickie?”
 
“Out in the open? Not even in the mines would I do that, too many people are watching!” Francisco tries to explain.
 
“In this town a lot of things happen in the open, though some people have more modesty than others. Besides, Ashley heard that you are leaving tomorrow, and she does not want you to leave. Neither do I but we cannot force you to stay.” Lareina tells him.
 
“Please... stay...” Ashley tells him.
 
“I need to get to my grandfather’s place in Kanada. But if do not work out there, I’ll be back within a month – 30 days or so.” Francisco tells her.
 
“You promise?” Ashley asks.
 
“I promise.” Francisco tells her.
 
“Now you done it.” Lareina says.
 
“Done what?” Francisco asks.
 
“You made a promise to her, and you got to keep it.” Lareina tells him.
 
“It is going to take longer than 30 days to get there and come back but I’ll come back as soon as I can if things do not work out in Kanada.” Francisco explains.
 
“Still, a promise is a promise.” Lareina tells him, adding “We are still waiting for the Time Walker to return as he promised that we would meet again. That was many years ago.”
 
“Well, I do not know who this ‘Time Walker’ is. But everything depends on my grandfather when I get there.” Francisco tells her.
 
“If you are afraid of somebody from the mines coming to get you, you are safe here. You have my word on that.” Lareina tells him.
 
“No disrespect to you, but it is obvious that I am not liked here.” Francisco tells her.
 
“What are you talking about? I like you and want you to stay.” Lareina tells him.
 
Francisco steps out of the camper and steps to the rear of the tricycle. He opens the rear storage compartment and pulls out the Ashcan Fireworks wrapped up in wires. He reaches out to give it to Lareina, “Your friend Mickey The Wrench wanted to make sure I would not leave this place alive, turning on my engine and my ride would have blown up right here with me on it and my girls in the camper. He also loosened my wheels so they would fall off on the highway just in case this did not work.”

The Small One is a Cherry Bomb, The Large One is an Ash Can
 
Lareina looks at the explosives in her tiny hand.
 
Francisco continues as he closes and locks the rear of his camper and steps to the open camper door, “I spent many nights working on and fixing my ride and camper for my escape. I know it better than I know my girls. Now it was not the Radio Doc, Mr. Mastonson. He did not have the tools to add this to my engine and gas tanks, nor did he have the tools to loosen my wheels. Mikey the Wrench did. I did nothing to your friend, but he wants me dead for some reason. Furthermore, my girls would have been with me when I turned on the engine when we leave. You and your staff might even have been there to say your last goodbyes to us when we leave. That would have killed us all.”
 
Lareina looks at the explosives in her hand and thinks on his words. She says, “I’ll be back.”
 
“No, wait.” Francisco tells her. He then takes the fireworks from her hands, saying, “I have an idea. Bring him over and have him stand with us as I start the engine. If he did put these explosives in my tricycle, he will go crazy trying to stop me from starting it. Then we got him, and you can do what you want with him, because I’m about to kill him for what he did.”
 
Lareina looks at him and gives a ‘Cat has eaten the canary’ smile. She then tells him, “I’ll be back.” She walks into the building with a couple of guards, leaving her two remaining female staff to work on her vehicle and camper. Francisco rolls up the wire and fireworks before putting it away in his pants pocket before he sits down on the edge of the camper’s doorway.
 
Ashley kneels in front of him and tries to open his pants, starting with his belt. Francisco takes her hands to keep her from opening his pants. She tries to fight back to make him let go of her hands. She looks up at him, “Don’t you want me to service you again?”
 
Francisco looks down at her. Eventually he says, “I may want too but this is not the time or place for it.” He adds, “Besides, I’m too busy thinking about things I need to do for tomorrow.”
 
“Please let me go...” Ashley says to him.
 
Thinking about it, Francisco lets her go. Ashley lets out a sigh as she rests her forearms on his legs. She then looks at him for a second before looking at the inside of the camper. She then side-steps him and enters the camper, crawling on all fours until she gets to the center and lies down on her back. She lifts up her skirt slightly just enough to get her hand between her legs and rubs her fingers lightly against her panty covered feminine parts, letting out another sigh as she does.
 
Francisco looks at her, “Something wrong?”
 
“You won’t let me service you again.” She says as she stares at the ceiling of the camper.
 
“There are people around that can see what is going on with you servicing me.” Francisco tells her.
 
“People are always servicing each other with other people watching them all the time.” Ashley says to him.
 
“Ashley, do you like me or something?” Francisco asks though the question might be too much for her to answer.
 
She answers almost immediately, “I would not have serviced you if I did not like you.”
 
“So, since you still want to service me, you still like me?” He asks.
 
She almost repeats herself in saying, “I would not service you if I did not like you.”
 
He remains silent in not knowing how to answer.
 
She throws in, “If you come inside and close the door, I can service you without anyone looking.”
 
“How about later today, like after The Red Queen and I deal with Mikey the Wrench.” He says, trying to buy some time.
 
“’Mom’ will deal with Mikey the Wrench on her own.” She throws back at him.
 
“Then how about we wait for her to return.” He points out.
 
“We’ll wait but I will not be happy about it.” She tells him.
 
Francisco sits on the edge of the camper’s doorway and thinks about the audacity of this girl saying that. But other than the two female staff going in and out of the large camper bus and its hitched-up camper behind it, no one was paying attention to them. In his mind, they would probably join in Ashley’s servicing him if they had nothing else to do.
 
He turns back to look at Ashley and what she is doing. She has her panties down just past the bottom of her skirt, with her feet flat on the bed and knees apart and pointed up with her hips and groin thrusted up into the air with her hand on her crotch with her finger buried deep inside herself.
 
Taking his shoes off, he places them inside his camper before going inside the camper and closing the door behind him. He crawls over to Ashley, putting his hand on her hand that was on her crotch and masturbating with, while he leans his face towards hers.
 
“Do you still want to service me?” He asks softly in her ear.
 
Ashley turns to face him while still fingering her female parts. In her monotonal voice though under the influence of self-imposed sexual stimulation, “I will not service you if you do not want it.”
 
Francisco thinks about it for a while. He then asks, “How about I service you?”
 
“The male does not service the female, unless she is the Queen. Females services the male.” She explains.
 
He asks, “Even if I am the one on top?”
 
“I would be servicing you even if you were on top.” She explains.
 
“Alright then...” He says, adding as he steps over her and kneeling up between her legs, “Then if I say yes, would you service me right now? With me on top?”
 
She looks up at him between her knees, seeing his manhood inches away from her most intimate of female places. She takes her hand from herself and takes hold of his shaft, drawing it to her intimate private parts before driving it into her. For the next 20 minutes they continue with their mutual mating ritual.
 
After their mutual copulation, they get cleaned up and properly dressed for their jobs though just enough to stay laying down inside his mini camper.  
 
In a few more minutes, a private vehicle rolls up into the lot behind the building. Then they hear Lareina’s squeaky voice telling those with her to enter her office for a second. Ashley leans over to Francisco to kiss him on his cheek before climbing over him, puts on her shoes and opens the door to step out. Francisco puts on his shoes and sits on the edge of his doorway where the edge of the bed meets up against the wall and doorway. Ashley continues to stand by the door. Francisco lets out a sigh before getting up, closes the door to his camper and goes to his tricycles, pretending to look over it at the handlebar area. Ashley follows him and looks at what he is doing.
 
Lareina comes out with Mikey the Wrench, her female staff along with Mark and the three dogs: Killer, Rex and King. Lareina leads them up. Francisco pretends not to see them as they approach. Then Mikey The Wrench opens his big mouth.
 
“What is dis I hear about not being paid? My Job Is Good! You Owe Me!” Mikey The Wrench complains as he steps up Francisco and his tricycle.
 
“Then explain why these wires are all over the place? Why my handlebars are loose? Who knows what else you did to my ride!”  Francisco turns and points at him and then to certain areas in his tricycle.
 
“Dem wires are from that stoopeed Radio Doc! And He Loosened Your Handle Bars To Get To Your Radio!” Mikey The Wrench tells him.
 
“Then let’s see what you did to my engine!” Francisco shouts at him as he reaches for and pulls out his keys.
 
“We can look at the engine, Ju doo not need to turn it on!” Mikey The Wrench throw out.
 
“Why not? I built this with my hands, I know it will turn on as soon as I put in the key! If it doesn’t, that means you did something to it!” Francisco throws in waving his key around. He then lowers his arm to insert the key into the key hole.
 
Mikey The Wrench puts his hand on Francisco’s in order to stop him from twisting the key. Francisco just stares at him before giving shove, knocking him to the floor. He then twists the key, seeking Mikey go into a fetal position and yells “NO!”
 
The engine starts and Francisco revs the engine a couple of times before shutting it off. The others and Francisco then step up to Mikey, and Francisco drops the wire wound fireworks to Mikey’s face.
 
“Give me a #$@!ing reason not to kill you here and now?!!” Francisco tells him.
 
“Wach You Talkin’ ‘Bout?” Mikey The Wrench tries to play it off as he looks at the explosives by his face.
 
Francisco snatches the wrapped up fireworks from Mikey’s face. He then yells at him, “Get Up So I can Beat You!”
 
Mikey get up slowly on his knees, pointing to the wires in Francisco’s hands, “See! That Radio Doc Did It! Those Are His Wires!”
 
“Doc Mastonson left after he fixed my radio box, and he told me he lent you some wire to ‘fix something on my engine.’ You stayed behind to ‘finish’ some work. Besides, Doc Mastonson does not have the tools to put this where I found it, you do. Now explain yourself before I kick you across your face!” Francisco tells him.
 
Lareina steps up Francisco, “You tried to blow them up, that would have blown up my building, my business and killed everyone inside.” She pauses for a second before letting out, “I trusted you, hired you to take care of my rides, sent you customers to work on their rides. And you gonna disrespect me like that? You had intentions of harming my workers, my customers, my building, my business? People died for less! What is your beef with me? What I did to you?!!”
 
Mikey has a smug look on his face turning into a scowl before he barks at her “Your People Killed My Son!”
 
“What are you talking about?!!” Lareina throws at him.
 
“My Boy came over with his friends, to rob the place, like they do with others. And in all other places, they take the money and leave. But no! Here, they shot him and his friends! They say your new guy shot him, shot him dead!” Mikey the Wrench tells them angrily.
 
“Your boy and his friends started shooting up the place!” Francisco yells at Mikey, throwing in “My job is to protect the people inside, so I did as I must!”
 
“Don’t Lie To Me!” Mikey lets out.
 
“That’s it!” Lareina lets out loud, “I’m calling Tony and have a talk with him about you! As for you, you lost me and all my friends and colleagues as your customers in fixing their rides. I’m sure Raul will love the added business.”
 
“You All Owe ME! I’m Gonna Have You All Dead!” Mikey lets out. He reaches into his pants waist band to pull out a firearm, a small Raven .25 pistol, and starts waving it around as if to shoot anyone he points it to.

 
 
As he waves the weapon about, Lareina lets out. “THAT’S IT!” She then turns to Mark, “Mark – release the dogs!”
 
“NO! NO!!” Mikey yells as the leashes holding the dogs are dropped and the command is heard, “Sic’em!”
 
The dogs pounce on Mikey. Mikey manages to pull out his firearm, a small .25 Bluebird pistol but one of the dogs chomps down on the wrist on the arm holding the firearm. Mikey yells, “OW!! GET OFF AHHHH! GET...” He tries to exchange the gun to his other hand but a second dog chomps down on his other forearm and brings it down. The poor man howls in pain. The third dog chomps down on his shin and brings Mikey down to the ground and the three dogs maul him.
 
Other workers in the building come out and watch the bloody mauling. Bones are heard breaking, blood is flying from flaying limbs. Somewhere Mikey’s hand opens up and his firearm flies out and slides across the floor. Francisco goes to get it but Lareina tells him, “Francisco – leave it.”
 
In a couple of minutes the sheriff and his deputies arrive, witnessing the dogs mauling Mikey. One of the deputies picks up Mikey’s gun off the floor, and then shows it off to the sheriff. The Sheriff nods. One of the dogs lets go of Mikey’s arm and chomps down on his neck. In under a minute, Mikey’s wailing and howling becomes silent.
 
“King! Rex! Killer! Over Here And Sit!” Mark lets out. The dogs stop their mauling of Mikey, letting him go and trot over to Mark, sitting down in front of him.
 
One of the deputies reaches to Mikey’s broken body to check on his pulse, shaking his head when none was found. The Sheriff walks over to Lareina, “So what happened?”
 
“It’s a long story.” Lareina tells him.
 
“I got all day, little lady.” The Sheriff tells her.
 
Lareina begins, “Let me ask, did you know that one of those who tried to rob my place last night was his son?”
 
“We have not identified the bodies as of yet.” The Sheriff tells her. He then adds, “If he said that one of the bodies is that of his son, you need to talk to Tony about this. He’s not gonna like having his wrench monkey being taken down like a stupid goon.”
 
Lareina walks up to Francisco, takes the M80 bomb from his hand and gives it to the sheriff. “Mikey admitted that for killing his son, he put this into Francisco’s ride, where it would have blown up right here and taken down my establishment.”
 
The sheriff hand the device back to Lareina, “And what happened with the dogs?”
 
“We confronted Mikey about the bomb, and then he pulls out a gun and started to go crazy about killing us all for killing his boy. Mark released the dogs on him and they took him down.” Lareina explains.
 
The sheriff reaches to the deputy with Mikey’s gun, taking it. He looks it over and removes the magazine, seeing that it is fully loaded.  “Hmph... A .25, an assassin’s weapon. Looks like he meant to do serious harm to you all, if what you say is true.”
 
“I have all recorded on my security system if you want to see it.” Lareina throws out as she points to one of her cameras in the area.
 
“No, I believe you. It’s Tony you will need to convince. I can tell him that I verified everything you told me and even say I saw it on the security recording your cameras made.
 
Francisco speaks up, “What do you mean ‘an Assassin’s weapon?’ It’s so small I doubt it would do any harm and meant to scare you by seeing it.”
 
The sheriff turns to Francisco, “Kid, as small as it is, this will kill you in a slow death. When the bullet from this gun hits you, it will bounce around inside you, it would be like if I took my big ole Glock and shot you several times with it. You will bleed to death on the inside.” He pauses for a second, saying “I wonder how many bodies this gun has? There’s been a lot of .25 murders lately.”
 
The deputy leans over to the sheriff, “We already got two .25s to the murders they were in, but there are several unknowns.”
 
The sheriff nods. He then turns to the deputy, “Call Alex or Meagan from medical transport and tell them we got a body for them to deal with.”
 
The Deputy nods before walking away, probably to find a phone or radio to make the call.
 
The sheriff looks at Lareina and her staff, “You people can go back to your work while I wait for medical transport to take the body.
 
Aleicia, Kimberly, and Wanda step out of the large truck camper and walk up to Lareina with Aleicia saying “We need to get more supplies.”
 
“You three can go, and take Mark and the dogs with you. I’ll be out here or upstairs when you return.” Lareina tells them, with Mark and the dogs nearby and able to listen.
 
“Thank you Milady.” Aleicia replies before signaling to the others to leave with her.  

Molly groggily opened her eyes as a noise woke her but she was not sure what it was. She laid still, with her eyes closed for a minute, listening but when she heard nothing she determined that it was just her imagination or someone jostling the camper. She was sweaty and sticky, but she was too tired to care about that. Though there were curtains on the windows, she had to have them partly open to get any air in there. In the evenings when Zoey slept in here, the dark helped keep it comfortable, but in the hot sunlight, the cab was almost like an oven. She put a pillow over her head and started to drift back to sleep but the sound of an unfamiliar voice pulled her fully from her sleep.
 
“Hello?... Hello? Where am I?... is somebody there?” A soft, groggy voice called out from the seat in front of her.
 
Molly sat up quickly and opened the divider curtains between the rear and the middle seats, and peered over to see the younger blonde rabbit wessen sister to be looking around and trembling. She looked at Molly and gasped as if startled. Though the girl was a sight to see, her blonde hair matted with dirt, mud, blood, and sweat, and her face smeared with dirt and dried blood, Molly was sure she was not the most comforting sight to see either, her hair and face damp with sweat and caked with sleep.  
 
The girl looked at her frightened, unsure of who, what, where, and why at the moment.
 
“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you.” Molly said softly.
 
“W.where am I?” She asked in a soft, frightened voice.
 
“You’re in Hondo’s truck. He gave you some medicine to heal and you and your sister have been asleep for almost a day, healing.” She replied.
 
The girl looked over at the passed-out form beside her, “Sc..Scarlett? It.. it wasn’t a dream… Scar? Scar?!”
 
She seemed to sound a bit panicked that her sister was still out cold and did not respond to her touch.
 
“It’s alright, she’s just sleeping. She was hurt worse than you were, so she will need more sleep. Trust me.” Molly replied.
 
“Who.. who are you?” The girl asked weakly.
 
“My name is Molly. I’m with Hondo.” She replied.
 
“Hondo… Who is he?” She asked, her memories of the day before a bit foggy.
 
“He’s the one who saved you and your sister.” Molly replied, but the girl just looked at her blankly so she continued, “Big man, mustache, blonde hair, western hat and vest. He saved your sister from a jail cell and went to a slave camp and bought you.”
 
Her eyes got wide for a moment as it flooded back to her, “Master… M.my new master? W.where is he?!”
 
She seemed to panic a bit and struggled to get up but collapsed from weakness and started to cry again, “*sniff* Help me, please… I don’t want master to be mad I’m sleeping… I don’t want him mad… He bought me and my sister, so we can be together… He had such kind eyes… I.. I don’t want them to be angry.”  
 
Her voice was weak and her breath a bit ragged. Molly reached through the curtain and tried to put a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder but she pulled away, looking terrified.
 
“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. Master Hondo is gone to town and asked me to watch over you. He knows you need sleep to heal, so don’t worry.” Molly replied soothingly.
 
The girl was still trembling but she laid back a bit and let Molly get closer. Molly brushed the girl’s hair back out of her face and noticed how wet she was. She did not realize that they had snuggies on as well as a blanket, which had been what they needed in the night, but as the time was growing close to noon, it was getting hot. Molly, in just her grey panties, which were more of a string bikini bottom, and a tank top, was sweating as it was, so she knew the girls must be roasting. She pulled the blanket off them and lifted the snuggie to find the poor girl’s bare body was drenched in sweat, partly from the heat and partly as her temp had been running high due to her healing.
 
“You poor thing! I didn’t think to check about you being too covered up!” Molly exclaimed.
 
“I.. I won’t tell.” The girl said weakly.
 
“Won’t tell?” Molly asked.
 
“I.. I d.don’t want M.master to b.b.beat you.” She replied weakly, seeming extremely tired still.
 
“Oh. I see.” Molly said.
 
She opened the door and crawled out, bare foot and in the little she had on, but she did not care who saw her at the moment. She opened the door closest to the girl’s head and pulled the blanket’s off of them and folded them up to be washed.
 
“Well, don’t worry about me getting beaten. Hondo is a nice man and, well.. I’m, uh, I’m sort of his mate, not his slave.” Molly said, as she folded the blankets.
 
“A w.wessen for a mate? But.. but he was n.nice, and str..strong and.. and handsome… Why would he have a w.wessen like us?” She asked weakly.
 
The standard stereotype for human men who took wessen women as mates was usually that only poor, weak, ugly, disfigured, or unkept human males would take them, especially since there were so many human females available. While it was common for human males to screw wessen females, it was usually as a side piece or as slaves, but rarely as mates or wives, unless something was really wrong with them, or they had a bit of a wessen fetish. Though this was not always true, it was what many believed, and this stigma worried Molly at times.
 
“Uhm, well, I’m not his only mate, as he has a couple human woman too, but I was a free wessen when we met, and uhm, my mate died and he was nice to me, and then he got hurt and I helped him so he rewarded me by taking me to be his mate as well.” Molly replied, only partly lying.
 
While it was partly to mostly a lie, it was true in some sense, as Valentine had been his woman first, and she was sure she was going to come back, and between April, Ruth, Joanna, and others, she was sure he would eventually make one of them his mate as well. And while he had not taken her to be his woman as a reward, it was rewarding to her. Though she rationalized it all in her head that way, she did so to protect him. Molly often worried about how others would see him, because of her, but she feared broaching the subject with him, as she knew he was stubborn and hated when she talked down about herself as a wessen.  
 
“Oh.” The girl replied weakly.
 
Molly frowned as she looked at the poor dirty, sweaty girl who looked weakly back at her with sad, tired eyes. Molly’s nose wrinkled a bit as the smell hit her. She knew the girl had not bathed in a while, but the heat from the cab made it worse, and taking the outter blanket off let the offending smell escape.  
 
“You could use a shower.” Molly said.
 
The girl shook her head, “I.. I don’t know if I can stand.. I.. I feel so weak.. and a bit hungry.”
 
Molly nodded, “Well, you can rest there for a while, then. Hondo said I could get you some broth if you felt like having any, but you shouldn’t eat anything solid for a couple days.”
 
“C.can I h.h.have some broth, then? … please?” The girl asked softly.
 
Molly nodded, “I’ll get you some. You rest now, and I will be back.”
 
Molly shut the truck doors, after opening the curtains a bit more to give the girls better air circulation, and headed into the camper. As she walked in she was met with wide eyed looks, from the bunny girls and Ruth, though Maggie seemed unphased.
 
“Wow. If Hondo wasn’t gone, I’d think you two had been having a wild #$@! party, with that look!” Kiah said, being the first, as normal, to open her mouth.  
 
“Kiah!” Mae exclaimed, but Kiah had taken to ignoring her for the most part since their last fight when Mae had booted her from Fernando’s camper.
 
Molly looked down and just then realized how disheveled she looked. From her damp bed head, to the damp white tank top that almost showed her nipples perfectly through the fabric, as it was now slightly translucent, to her dirty bare feet and her grey string-bikini panties, she did look like a bit of a mess.
 
“So, since Hondo is gone, who did you have a roll with? Fernando? Or Maybe you had Marvin and Karl tag team you?” Kiah continued.
 
“Kiah, you be quiet or I’ll break your jaw!!” Ruth growled, shaking a cast iron pan at her.  
 
It was hot in the camper too, as shown by them all having wet shirts, and damp stringy hair, Except for Kiah and Mae who had taken their shirts off and sat in just a swim bikini top and skirt. The others, even Ruth, it was evident that they had just a shirt and skirt on with nothing else under it as they tried to endure the heat, so they barely looked more put together than Molly did. Standing over the stove had only made it worse, for Ruth, and at this point she was tired, growly, hot, sweaty, and had enough of Kiah’s shit.
 
Molly look at Ruth and gave her a sheepish look, as Kiah grumbled and pouted. Kiah might have cried, had she thought it would have helped her situation, but she realized, quickly enough, that it would not.
 
“Sorry, didn’t mean to start anything.” Molly said apologetically.
 
Ruth shook her head, “It’s not you. Someone just likes to run their mouths too much!”
 
She glared at Kiah as she talked, and Kiah did her best to look anywhere else as she pouted.
 
Mae sighed and shook her head, “I think we’re all just a bit grumpy from the heat, and stressed from knowing the place isn’t exactly safe and one of our protectors is gone.”
 
Ruth nodded after a moment and plopped down on the couch beside Maggie, who had been resting until Molly had come in, “I’m sorry, Molly… I think we’re all a bit on edge, like Mae said… Did you need something?”  
 
“Uh, yeah, but I can get it.” She said as she walked over to the cupboard and pulled out two jars of broth, one chicken stock and the other vegetable stock. “One of the rabbit wessen sisters woke up. Poor thing is weak, and sopping wet from sweat. I didn’t realize how covered up they were, nor how hot it was going to get.”
 
“If they are sweating a lot, make sure to add some extra salt to it, and don’t get it too hot. If she’s hungry she might try to chug it and could burn herself.” Ruth said.
 
Molly nodded, “Makes sense.”
 
Molly had already thought about that, but she knew Ruth was just trying to help, and since Ruth was in a bad mood, she decided to act like it was something she had not thought of already.
 
“You know Mr. Fernando said its too dangerous to go swimming, right?” Mae asked, conversationally.
 
Molly nodded, “Yeah, I heard. Those Indians said the water is bad and there are some sort of beasts that live in it that will drag you under. Wish we could go in though. Would be nice in this heat.”
 
Ruth nodded, “Yeah… On day’s like this, back on the farm, we’d go cool off in the creek after lunch. If it was just us girls, sometimes we’d go skinny dipping. Used to think we were so bad-ass for doing that… *sigh* how times change.”
 
Molly chuckled and shook her head.
 
“Uhm… what is skinny dipping?” June asked quietly.
 
Kiah laughed, “HA! You don’t know what that is?!”
 
Mae glared at her but before she could say anything April spoke up.
 
“Do you know what it is? I know I don’t.” April said.
 
Kiah gaffed, “Pphfff! Of course I do!”
 
June blushed with embarrassment, but April just looked at her coolly, “What is it?”
 
Kiah chuckled nervously as she replied, “heh.. Well, uhm, it’s.. it’s when you’re skinny and the waters cold so you just dip in fast and get out again!”
 
Mae just kind of squinted at her, and Ruth face palmed herself.
 
“Uhm, That’s not right.” Molly said.
 
“Oh? Then, what is it?” Kaih asked a bit snarkily.
 
“It’s swimming naked.” Molly replied unemotionally, as she opened the jars of brother, pouring some of broth into a small sauce pan and putting it in the stove to warm it up.
 
Kiah wrinkled her nose a bit, “That doesn’t sound right.”
 
Ruth sighed, “*sigh* Well it is right… I swear, someone as stupid as you should really keep their mouth shut.”
 
Ruth did not mean to be mean, but she was a bit out of sorts, hot, tired, and going though a bit of her own mental crisis as fears, loneliness, and personal longings were overwhelming her. The whole camp was in almost the same place, in one way or another. The stress of moving, the insecure place, part of their security teams being gone, all that was enough to put them on edge, but the heat was pushing some farther than their normal limits allowed.
 
Kiah frowned and looked down at her work for a moment, before forcing herself to half smile and act like it did not bother her.
 
“Whatever…” Kiah mumbled. “It’s a stupid term anyway.”
 
Ruth did her best to ignore her and Mae shook her head.
 
“So,” Mae said a bit hesitantly, trying to change the conversation and lighten the mood. “Since its so hot and we cannot swim, we got talking to Marvin when he stopped by to check on us, and he said he can use some water jugs that Mr. Hondo has in his trailer, and haul some water from a close by creek for us to cool off with after lunch.”
 
“That sounds nice.” Molly replied.
 
“You could join us, if you want to. It looks like you could use some cooling off too. Even Ruth and her sisters said they would join us.” Mae said.
 
Ruth nodded, “You should join us. It will feel good.”
 
Molly blushed a bit as thoughts went through her mind of them all stripping down bare and pouring water over themselves. Though it sounded a little fun and she knew it would feel good, she shook her head.
 
“I don’t know. Not sure there’s a private enough place for that.” Molly replied hesitantly.
 
She was not shy about her body, but she did not want to put on an exhibition for the other males in the camp either, as she did not want to give them the wrong impression, or disappoint Hondo with her behavior.  
 
Ruth shrugged, “Doesn’t have to be too private, but the back side of the camper faces the lake and no other vehicles are on that side, so we figured we’d do it there.”
 
“And we all will be wearing swimsuits.” Mae added.
 
“Well, we won’t as we don’t have any but we do have T-shirts and shorts, so we will be wearing those.” Ruth said.
 
Molly closed her eyes and shook her head at herself for a moment, as she realized how foolish the thought of them all dancing around in the buff while getting wet was. It was from the skinny-dipping comments that her mind had gone there, she knew, but she still felt stupid for thinking that way.
 
“Yeah, but… I don’t really have anything to wear for that.” She said, trying to bail herself out a bit. “I only have a couple white t-shirts, a couple white tank tops like this, some panties, a jacket, and a couple pairs of jeans.”
 
“Really? Hondo hasn’t gotten you anything else? You two are together, right? That’s the understanding around camp.” Ruth asked.
 
Molly shrugged, “We are together, I guess… He’s talked about taking me to get some, but between the attacks, him being hurt, protecting everyone, and getting ready to move out, we’ve not had the time.”
 
“You guess you’re together?” Mae asked.
 
Kiah perked up a bit, “So does that mean he’s fair game? *Thump* OUCH! … What was that for??”
 
Mae kicked Kiah under the table and shot her a dirty look, as she saw Molly frown at the question, and wanted Kiah to shut up.
 
“You need to learn to shut-up, Kiah!’ Mae growled at her.
 
Kiah glared back at her, “Some friend you are.”
 
Molly frowned and shrugged, “He’s always fair game, as who am I or any of us to tell him who he can or can’t be with?”
 
Ruth stood up and walked over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, “Did something happen between you two?”
 
Molly shook her head, “No, he’s been wonderful to me, more wonderful than I deserve.”
 
“Then what’s wrong?” Ruth asked.
 
Molly shrugged, “It’s something someone said to me about us being together… They asked what was wrong with him that he would settle for a wessen like me.”
 
Ruth frowned, “There is nothing wrong with you two being together! Who said that to you?”
 
Moly shook her head, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is a lot of people will look down on him for being with me. It would be better if he and Val got things fixed between them and got back together, and maybe even if he took you or another human as a mate too.”
 
“What about you, though? You love him, I know.” Ruth said.
 
“I’ll always be there for him, and be one of his mates if he wants me, but if he had a couple human women, then no one would think bad about him being with me. I’d just look like another wessen side piece.” Molly replied.
 
“But you can’t want to be just a side peace?” Ruth asked.
 
Molly smiled softly as she thought about Hondo for a moment, “I don’t care what others think of me, as long as he is well thought of. And.. and I know as long as he loves me, I’ll never just be a side piece to him.”
 
April closed her eyes and sighed, smiling a bit as she felt a bit of hope in that all.
 
“That’s so sweet.” Mae replied.
 
Ruth nodded after a moment, “Yeah.. yeah it is… You know, we were raised in a small community, and it was always taught to us that it is one man and one woman. That didn’t mean that many men didn’t have a wessen side piece, but.. precautions were taken to make sure they did not bare children, and if they did, they were cared for and put to work in the father’s business as a worker so it was not frowned on too much, just not a subject that was talked about. I’m starting to think that with the right man, and the right communication, that it can work, sharing a man between women. Still not sure how I would feel, but it’s been more on my mind lately.”
 
“I told Jo that I’d talk to Hondo about helping you two, as she said you were both horny for some male attention, but she didn’t want me too as she wanted him to take either of you because he wanted to, not because I asked.” Molly said, conversationally.
 
Ruth blushed, “Oh, well, uhm.. Yeah, I agree with Jo on that, I guess… uhm, I mean, ahh, you’d actually share him with us?”
 
Molly nodded, “Of course! I’d like to think e are friends, and if my man can make my friends feel better, why not? I’d rather share him with friends then with strangers.”
 
“We can be friends and you can share him with me!” Kiah said quickly, but everyone intentionally ignored her.
 
“So, uhm you should really join us, to uhm, cool off after lunch.” Ruth said, changing the topic.
 
“Like I said, I just really don’t have anything to wear for that.” Molly said, sounding a bit sad as she did think it would be fun.
 
“You can borrow some of our clothes.” Ruth offered.  
 
“What about the top to the swim bottoms you have on now?” Mae asked.
 
Molly raised an eyebrow at her, “I have the matching tops for these, but they are just part of a fancy underwear set. James got them for me.”
 
“Uhm, those aren’t fancy panties. Those are part of a string bikini set. I have one almost identical to it, but in purple. They gave us a couple biniki sets to wear during the wet and wild fights during the summer festival.” Mae replied.
 
Molly looked down, blushing a bit as she felt a bit stupid, “You sure? I used to see some of them sold at street bazar booths or sex shops, but I always thought they were just fancy underwear.”
 
Mae and Ruth both shook their heads.
 
“Oh.” Molly said a bit quietly.
 
“BAHAHA!” Kiah laughed. “That’s so stupid! Thinking swimwear was fancy underwear! BAHAHA!”
 
Molly’s ears and tail drooped in embarrassment, as she turned back to the stove.
 
Ruth stood up quickly and angrily but before she could do anything Mae slapped Kiah across the face.
 
Kiah gasped and put a hand to her sore cheek, “What was that for?!?!”
 
Ruth growled and shook her head, “Did your father not love you enough, or are you just really that stupid and uncaring??”
 
Though her cheek hurt, the look on her face said the comment hurt worse, much worse.
 
Mae covered her mouth in horror at what Ruth had said, and April tried to slide over to Kiah to comfort her. Kiah started to tremble but Ruth did not understand that she said anything wrong and kept going, thinking that Kiah was just being overemotional at being corrected.
 
“What? After all the hurtful thing you said, you’re going to cry? Well, I’m not you Mother, so I don’t give a damn about your little feelings! If you’re going to cry, go do it somewhere else! You’re not good for much anyway.” Ruth growled angrily.
 
That was the straw that broke the camels back, for Kiah. As she tried to choke down sobs, she half jumped over Mae, spilt some vegetables, hit the door, failing to open it on the first try, finally got it open, and fell down the stairs before scurrying to her feet and running towards the girls camper.
 
Mae frowned and shook her head, “Damn… I need to go find her.”
 
April put a hand on her arm and shook her head.
 
 “No. I’ll do it… You two have been fighting too much lately… We shouldn’t fight each other… I’ll talk to her but you.. you n.need to make things right with her. We.. we are sisters, after all… We’re all we got.” April said softly, stammering and pausing occasionally as she tried to turn her thoughts into words, which she found harder when tired or emotional.
 
April slid past June and got up. She started to head out the door, but paused and turned towards Ruth, though she stared at the floor.
 
“You.. you shouldn’t have said th.those.. those things… You was wrong.” April said timidly before turning and slowly walking out the half open door, closing it behind her.
 
“What the hell… Why does everyone stand up for her when she’s such a bitch?!” Ruth asked, angrily.
 
Mae turned and looked at her, giving her a bit of a cold look, “I thought you were nice, but you’re not being nice today.”
 
Ruth set her jaw and growled at Mae, having a stare down with her, but after a moment she sighed, and plopped back on the couch beside Maggie, who had sat quietly with her head down through the whole exchange.
 
“I’m sorry it’s just..” She paused, her frustration evident, “It’s just I’m hot, tired, I’m getting close to me time of month, so my hormones are going through the roof, my home is gone, my family mostly gone, I’m horny, have no husband or boyfriend, I am worried, and I’ve just had enough of her thinking she’s so much better than everyone! I’m not sure how you three tolerate her, nor why you are mad at me?! What did I say that was so wrong??”
 
Mae sighed and sat down, “Kiah aggravates me at times too, but you don’t understand Kiah at all.”
 
“Well, then explain!” Ruth said.
 
Mae sighed, “I’ve done what I could to help the others, and we’ve tried to stick together, but it’s not been easy. So many think being a bunny girl is easy. Just prance around in skimpy outfits a couple times a day and that’s it… That’s not it, though. Before each fight, we have to offer services to the fighters. The lower-class fighters might only get a chance at the cleaning girls, but middle to high prize fighters get their choice of any of us. At first it was only for high prize fighters and rich backers, but soon it was considered a perk of fight town. Though the middle-ranked fighters are expected to not hurt us too badly, the high ranked fighters and all death match fighters can do whatever they want to us, even murder us, if they want. We are replaceable, cheap trinkets, compared to the high-level and death match fighters. Those fights bring in more money than in one fight than what they paid for every bunny girl they have on hand at any time.”
 
Ruth frowned and shook her head, “I didn’t know… But.. but the rest of you don’t act like her, so why can she get away with it?”
 
 
Mae’s frown deepened, “While I’ve tried to protect the others, and be the voice of reason for them, I’ve been too scared to protect them at times, and in those time Kiah stepped up.”
 
Stepped up?” Ruth asked.
 
“Sex with the prize fighters… Some are known to be violent and hurt the girls who service them. Very few of the bunny girl killer types live through their matches, so you never know what new fighter might want to kill you, but in reality only 4 or 5 bunny girls are killed each year, so the odds aren’t too bad.” Mae said.
 
Ruth gasped, not knowing it was that bad, but she said nothing and let Mae continue.
 
“The killing types are usual crazed, savages, and the fight managers send them older girls, the ones who might not look as pretty,  too beat up, or have been around too long and don’t look as cute as they want anymore, to save the more valuable ones. But those are known for hurting us, and make the fight commission good money, they.. they don’t restrict them, as they have lived through the hard fights and the death matches, and they make the fight cabal and the individual managers big money. Kiah, she.. she stepped in for each of us a time or two. She nearly died after takin one for me and another time after taking one for April. Internal injuries, though, so they don’t show. She forgot her own name for a while after one fighter choked her until she passed out multiples, and when she tried to not let him choke her again, he bashed her head against the floor so hard the staff doctor said she had a concussion. She didn’t see well either for a while but she still did her job, though we had to remind her of her name for a couple weeks after.” Mae said.
 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know! I had no clue she had been through so much!” Ruth said.
 
“That’s not all, though. We’ve all had it rough, that is known, but she’s just had no luck her entire life. My parents were good people, but my father was killed when he couldn’t pay a local gang the protection money they demanded. My mother was raped to death in front of me, and before she died, they raped me too. I was then sold to be a bunny girl. I had good memories of my family and some education, at least. June was raped by her uncle, while her parents were gone getting supplies. They never returned, and she’s not sure what happened to them, but she had good memories of them. Her uncle sold her so he could claim there was no one left to inherit their farm, but him.” Mae said.
 
Ruth shook her head, “That’s horrible.”
 
“I’m not done yet.” Mae said. “April doesn’t talk about her past much, but from the little she has said, I think her parents were freedom fighters, and were wiped out by a purge. She was bought by someone else first, who beat her and used her poorly. They lost her to a debt collector and she went through some slave training and conditioning program before being bought to be a bunny girl. But of all of us, Kiah had it worse.”
 
“How can it get worse?” Ruth asked.
 
Mae looked down at the floor and sighed, “ *sigh* … Kiah’s father was an abusive drunk who beat her every time she cried, from the time she was a baby.”
 
Ruth gasped, “Oh no! and I made that comment…”
 
“Yeah.” Mae interrupted her. “And it gets worse, which makes your comment all the worse. Her father hardly worked at all and made her mother work in town as a seamstress all day, then made her clean and cook most of the night. Kiah was made to tend the garden, and as she got older her father started making her pleasure him with her mouth. The beatings didn’t stop and he used to berate her and tell her how useless she was all the time. She heard it so much that she believes she useless, at least for anything other than being a punching back and spreading her legs for a man.”
 
Ruth shook her head, and started to look a bit pale, “I didn’t..”
 
Mae cut her off again, “Her mother came home one day and found him making Kiah service him. She just got a bottle and tried to drink to ignore it, as she often did when Kiah was getting beaten or the like.  Kiah said she was a good woman, in some ways, but a coward as well, and a drunk, but she had to be to put up with her father. He knew his wife was uncomfortable with what he was doing to Kiah, so he tried to #$@! Kiah for the first time and she fought back, begging her mother to help her. He fell into a drunken rage and started beating her, but her mother found some courage for the first time, and tried top stop him. When he said he was going to kill Kiah, her mother offered her life instead and he took her up on the offer, killing her in front of Kiah.Kiah can’t talk much about what happened that day, and only told me once when she got very drunk… I guess he then ass raped Kiah, burried the body in the yard, and made kiah scrub her mothers blood off the floor, while he sat drinking. He then beat, molested, and made her work cleaning and cooking, and weeding every day, between more molestation and abuse. He remarried but she was a drug addict and whatever else happened to her in that time Kiah will not talk about. She did say that her step-mother kept trying to get her father to sell her, and he resisted as he liked the free work, up until he ran out of money and liquor. He then had his fun with her one last time and sold her to a slaver for a case of booze and some pills. She was bought by Ichigo’s predecessor for a scrub girl, as they said she was too skinny and didn’t have enough curves to be a bunny girl. Ichigo made her into a Bunny girl when she turned 14, as even though she wasn’t as curvy as most, she at least learned to have a flamboyant, sexy attitude, and there were customer requests for her. Yeah, she can be mean, slutty, and annoying, but that’s the only way she survived! And the truth is, she wanted to be killed. She did not want to live as she felt like there was no hope. Maybe she acts stupid about Mr. Hondo, but she’s never had anyone really treat her nice nor had a reason to live. I honestly don’t think she knows how to act now that she has hope and isn’t facing death by rape every day. Whatever Mr. Fernando gave us that healed our bodies, I’m not sure she knows how to act with not hurting every day either. I know she was in pain every day, she said so, but she smiled through it, took beatings for us, and still kept going. I yell at her too much, I know, but I’m worried for her. I want her to be loved, and have those things that she’s yearned for and never thought she could get, nor deserved to get. I want her happy, and I’m worried that no one will see through her pain and see the big hearted, deep feeling women who is hiding there. That’s why I yell at her. Why do you?”
 
Ruth stared at the floor and looked a bit sick, but said nothing.
 
Mae continued after a pause, “ … Kiah is scared every day, and she acts up as a defense mechanism. She is kind and has a soft heart, but she acts like she doesn’t as she says showing that will only get you used or killed. She still doesn’t trust everyone here as she’s never really had anyone to trust in her life. I’m not sure she even trusts us fully. You’ve been so quick to Jump to Valentine’s defense in the past, when she went through a bad month, at most. I know everyone has had it rough here, but can you imagine having your whole life be nothing but pain and suffering? Never knowing love or trust? Kiah needs to do better, but she needs more understanding too. And maybe I’m not just saying this for you, but for myself too, as I need reminded, at times, to be patient with her. She may be free now, but I think that scares her more than anything. She’s scared its not real, and if it is that she will mess it all up.”
 
I.. I knew you all had it rough but… *sigh* … I had no idea… I.. I should go apologize to her.” Ruth said, as she stood up from the couch.  
 
Mae stood up and blocked her path, “Don’t. Not right now. Kiah is very broken, but she has her pride, still. Wait until she’s more stable, and do not tell her that you know all I told you. That would crush her, that I told, but I don’t know any other way to get you to understand.”
 
Ruth sighed again and nodded, “Okay… but, uhm, it is getting close to lunch and we need to get things assembled and ready to serve.
 
“I can help, as soon as I take this broth to the blonde girl.” Molly said.
 
Ruth shook her head, “We will manage.”
 
Molly shrugged and happened to notice how somber Maggie looked.
 
“You alright, Maggie?” She asked.
 
Maggie nodded slightly.
 
“I’m sorry if I unpset you.” Ruth said.
 
Maggie sighed, “Its.. its okay.”
 
“Whats wrong, Maggie? You can tell us.” Molly said.
 
“It’s just.. I.. I h.h.hate to see everyone f.f.fighting. M.master Hondo and Master F.f.fernando have done so much for us. If.. if they h.hadn’t saved us, w.w.w.where would we b.be right n.n.now?” She asked quietly.
 
Everyone took a moment to reflect on where they would be. Molly was sure the Grey Lady would have tortured and killed them both, or maybe sold her off to slavery again after killing James. Mae and june knew they’d either be dead at the hands of the loli-killer, be in prison being tortured, have been tortured and then resold as a slave, or been turning tricks in the back alley for the handler that had taken forceful control over them after Ichigo had escaped in the wake of the riots. Ruth knew she, her sister and two cousins would be slaves somewhere, most likely separated and forced to undergo various tortures and humiliations before even being sold. After they had been sold it could have been anything: field hands, cooks, maids, sex slave, show room girls, or being forced to turn tricks for their master. Whatever their fate would have been it would be a lot worse than it was now, and their two younger male cousins would most likely have died, alone in that turned over trailer. Maggie knew if it was not for Valentine, she’d never had the courage to run, and though Hondo had scared her and she thought he was going to kill her for a bit, she felt she had deserved it for her sins. Master Fernando had stepped up, though and protected her, and once Master Hondo understood what had happened, he calmed down and even apologized to her. Both had been kind and caring towards her, and tried to be understanding. She had the opportunity to care for Master Hondo in a time of need, and he had put trust in her aid then and several times since, even trusting her with the protection of the red-haired rabbit wessen girl he had rescued. That had been hard on her, but it meant so much that despite her fear, her stammering’s, her failures, her past, he put trust in her. Had it not been for the three, Valentine, Hondo, and Fernando, she would still be a slave, her cowardice keeping her from fighting against hurting those they experimented on, and her guilt letting her handlers and their staff cruelly use, and abuse her for their own pleasure and sexual gratification.
 
Everyone was quiet and somber for a moment, with Molly being the first to break the silence.
 
“Well, uhm, I have the broth ready, so I.. I should go.” She said.
 
“You really should come join us after lunch. If you need clothes you can borrow mine.” Ruth said.
 
Molly blushed again, feeling so stupid for mistaking a swimsuit as sexy underwear, and wondering again what Hondo could possibly see in her.
 
“Maybe I will. I guess I have a swimsuit, so I’ll be fine.” She said, not making eye contact as she poured the warm broth into a large coffee mug.
 
Ruth just nodded, but said nothing. She knew Molly was embarrassed and felt bad for her, but she too felt embarrassed for being so hard on Kiah. From one misunderstanding to another, and more hurt than helped, she hoped the day did not get any worse.  
 
Molly took the cup and headed out the door, leaving them to finish their preparations.  
 
Back at the cab of the camper Molly paused and looked at her reflection in the window and frowned at it. She did look a mess and wondered how Hondo could ever love someone like her. She shook her head and sighed after a moment, as she tried to pull out of those thoughts. She knew he did not like her thinking that way, but it was hard at times. After hearing all she had heard about Kiah, she wondered how that girl even kept up the façade.  
 
She opened the door and found the blonde rabbit wessen girl laying beside her sister with her head on her sister’s chest. She looked up weakly at Molly, and though her eyes were scared, she did not have the energy to flinch. She obviously relaxed a bit at a familiar face, but her eyes were still not showing trust, of which Molly understood, especially if she had gone through half of what Kiah had.  
 
The girl was too weak to sit up herself, so Molly had to help her up. Her body was still sopping wet, and when Molly helped her pull the snuggie off, she shivered. The snuggie was too damn to put back on her, so Molly grabbed the light jacket she had worn earlier, from the back seat, and put it on the girl, before helping her with the broth.
 
“Drink it slowly, now. Don’t want it to upset your stomach.” Molly said as she helped the girl life it to her lips and slowly drink.  
 
She lowered it for a moment after a few sips, to let the girl’s system process a bit, hoping that she would not get sick from it, and then lifted it again. After it was all gone, Molly set the cup down and helped the poor girl lie down again.
 
“You want me to cover your legs with that blanket?” Molly asked, referring to the blanket she had taken off of them and folded earlier.
 
The girl shook her head.
 
“Alright. You get some more rest and maybe later we can get you a shower.” Molly replied.
 
The girl weakly reached a hand up to her and Molly softly took the hand in hers.
 
“Th.thank you.” The girl said weakly.
 
Molly smiled softly at her and gave her hand a soft squeeze, “You’re welcome, sweet-heart. Now get some rest. And don’t worry. You sister should wake up tonight or tomorrow morning.”
 
The girl nodded weakly as Molly placed her hand on her sister’s chest, before releasing it.  
 
The girl snuggled against her sister a bit more and closed her eyes, sighing as she did. She was not sure if this was real, or all a dream, and she was dying somewhere, just dreaming of her sister and the kind strangers. Either way, she took it in, real or not, as she wanted to savor being close to her older sister, even if it was just one last time, in a fading memory, in her dying mind.  
 
Molly closed the door and shook her head. She had seen worse, and been through a lot, but her heart ached for the girl. She had tried to help others before, but neither her nor James ever really succeeded. This was the first group that she had been with who had ever seemed to make a real difference. She wanted to be a part of making that difference with them, with Hondo, for the rest of her life, but she was sure he had to get tired of her someday. She knew she needed to think better as others needed their help, and she could not help with helping others if she was constantly questioning herself and what others thought of her. Still, she would have given most anything to have Hondo’s reassuring arm around her at the moment, but all she had was the buzzing of a few flies, the heat of the climbing sun, and sweat dripping down her body, keeping her shirt in a semi-translucent state.
 
As she stood there she saw Kiah and April climbing out of the Bunny girls camper and heading her way, as they had to pass her to get from their camper to the door of Hondo’s camper. Kiah’s eyes were red, telling she had been crying, but she had that same confident smile on, held her head high, and walked confidently as April trotted along behind, looking down at the ground with her normal, uncertain look.
 
As they came close, Molly called out to Kiah, as even though Kiah had laughed and made her feel stupid and ashamed of herself, she knew Kiah had a lot more personal imagine issues than she had.
 
“Hey, Kiah. You alright?” Molly asked.
 
“Me? Of course I’m fine! Why wouldn’t I be? … Oh, you thought because I ran out.. Oh, Haha! No! I wasn’t upset! I was just angry and didn’t want to start a fight with Ruth in Hondo’s camper. I’d not want to tear up that hunk’s camper and have him all made at me, though maybe if he was he’d just pin me down and take the damage out of my pussy! You’d better keep an eye on him, as I’m on the prowl, and I’ve got my eye on him!” Kiah said, lying through her teeth as she spewed her fake bravado.
 
Molly smiled but looked down a bit, “If he wants you, I’d not fight it. You deserve someone kind and strong like him.”
 
Kiah nodded and grinned, “You’re damn right I do, and you seem to know what’s what, around here! Best not get in this boss-bitches way, especially when she has made known what she wants!”
 
April whispered something in Kiah’s ear that made Kiah’s smile fade a bit. She shook her head and took a couple steps past Molly before stopping with a sigh. She did not look at Molly, but looked down a bit, and kept her back towards her.
 
“*sigh* … Listen, I’m.. I’m sorry for, you know.. Laughing and stuff earlier.” Kiah said softly, though she tried to sound like she was annoyed with this talk.
 
“It’s alright.” Molly said.
 
Kiah shook her head and her tone softened a bit, “No… no it isn’t. Look, until I was sold in fight town, I barely knew what panties were. My mother made dresses out of flour sacks and scraps, and they weren’t cute. They just were plain, straight dresses that mostly covered me. I didn’t even own a pair of shoes until then. Pa said it was a waste to spend money on a girl who wasn’t no good for anything but weeding and whoring. I never even heard of a swimsuit until I saw the bunny girls wearing them at the summer festival, and didn’t have one of my own for several years after. Even when I got one I.. I couldn’t fill one out like you can. I got nice little hips but I never got nice tits like you got. Until I was about 14 or 15, if I cut my hair I could have walked around in nothing but jeans and everyone would have thought I was some skinny assed boy… Look, I don’t say it often, but I am sorry and… as much as I want Hondo, I’ll not try to get you hurt in the process. If he can’t screw us both, then I guess you win.”
 
Molly didn’t know what to say, and Kiah really didn’t give her much time to think as she suddenly sprinted off and quickly opened the door and entered the camper.
 
April looked up at Molly sheepishly and shrugged before trotting off herself to catch up.
 
Molly stood by the open window and heard Ruth Apologize, sincerely a couple times. Kiah gave her a false line of bravado, though not as hard as she had given Molly. She backed down a bit and just shrugged it off, seeming to half-heartedly apologizing for coming across as a bitch, but not opening up like she had momentarily done outside.  
 
Molly just shook her head and climbed back into the back seat of the truck. It had gotten hotter than she remembers, so she opened the windows a bit more for herself and the rabbit wessen sisters, stripped off her damp tank-top, and laid back down with her arms over her eyes, as she tried to get a little more sleep.

[1PM, Roman Delights Social Club]
 
With the body of Mikey the Wrench gone, there was a silence in the area rarely seen or heard. Francisco puts the explosive into the storage area of his tricycle behind the rear passenger seat. Ashley was next to him like a leashed puppy. He then goes to his camper and opens the rear area, looking over his supplies of old dented rusty cans of food. It disgusted him. Seeing the work being done in Lareina’s camper he closes the rear door of his kitchen galley area. Lareina steps out of the building. Francisco walks up to her.
 
“Excuse me, uhm, Queen Lareina, I would like to go buy some supplies for my camper. I don’t have much money but I can buy a few things if I knew where to buy them.” Francisco requests from her.
 
Lareina looks at him for a moment, eyeing him like a fine ham or turkey for that special dinner celebration. “Please hold on for a second.” She tells him before turning to the group working her camper. Seeing one of the girls step out of the camper empty handed, she calls to her, “Wanda! Come here, I need you for a small job.”
 
Wanda, the older the group there and second to Dora in command structure, walks up to them. “How can I help you, Milady?”
 
“I would like you to go with Francisco and go over his supplies, throw out anything old and questionable, and restock it with new supplies with what we got. Also give him things he do not have. We have more than enough and he can use the extras that would be thrown away if we do not use them.” Lareina explains.
 
“Give? I was willing to buy...” Francisco says in awe.
 
“Nonsense! You done more than most would have last night alone.” Lareina tells her, throwing in, “We always by more than needed and some of that end up being thrown out for spoilage. You might as well have it while it is new.”
 
Francisco could not do a thing but nod and say thanks to accept the gift. Wanda tells him “Let’s look at what you have.”
 
They walk over to his tear drop caper and he opens up the rear hatch. Wanda starts looking into his supplies, deciding that nearly all of it needed to be thrown out. Even the stale crackers from a metal can Francisco started to munch on Wanda decided it should be thrown out. She flips a few pages on her clip board to a clean page noting what is being thrown out to be replaced and what is going to be added. Dry Goods: Coffee, teas, powdered juices, grains/cereal, basic spices (Sugar, salt, pepper, dried garlic, dried onion powder, etc.), dry soups (“Just add water” kind), can of soda crackers, and dry pasta; Wet Goods: Canned fruits and vegetables, canned meats, various sauces (Tomato sauce, hot pepper sauce, etc.), canned soups and broths, assorted meats (a smoked ham, string of sausages, etc.) and a couple blocks of “Government Cheese”. She writes down a note to the bottom and tears out the page.


 
“Ashley my dear, please give this to Queen Lareina as they are things Francisco needs.” Wanda tells Ashley.
 
Ashley takes the note and goes inside the building to look for Lareina. Wanda turns to Francisco.
 
“We’re going to replace everything and add a few things.” Wanda begins to say “You do not have much room but we will make it all fit.”
 
“I have a small closed area behind the passenger seat.” Francisco explains.
 
“We’ll put some bread for you and the girls in there.” Wanda replies, adding, “You should empty your water tanks and fill them with fresh water. You can have the water hose to fill your tanks when we are done filling ours.”
 
“Thank you.” Francisco replies before he begins to pile up those things Wanda said should be removed. Mark comes by and picks up the pile and puts it in a cardboard box for trash. In a couple of minutes the tear drop camper was emptied of the bad items.
 
The other girls working with Wanda arrive with her and begin stocking the rear of the camper with various food items. Francisco goes inside the camper and slides a back panel that connects the inside of the passenger area with the galley. He asked for a couple items that he can store inside the passenger area.
 
Once the food was packed away, Francisco proceeds to clean up the passenger section of the camper. Ashley is at the open door of the camper bent over with her head and shoulders inside the camper and her arms and hands on the lower part of the door frame supporting herself in that position, watching him clean the inside of his camper. He takes a broomstick he has inside to prop up the roof extension, which only gives about 6inches of added height. He then lifts up the foot end of the bed’s mattress by its folding support platform and sort out the girls’ things into separate piles in the storage areas under the mattress. He then checks on his things stored there, though it seems they were rummaged through, nothing was missing. He thinks as to who would do that, knowing that neither Maria nor Darlene would go through this things. He repacked his things and placed them in their place before closing the mattress.  He then pushes up on the roof/ceiling extension, remove the broomstick holding it up and puts broomstick away while gently dropping the roof extension into place and making sure the seal is in place.
 
He sits and then lies down on the bed in the camper that takes up most of the room in the camper, staring at the ceiling. He lets out a sigh.
 
“Everything alright, Francisco?” Ashley asks.
 
“Just tired. I need to relax so I can be ready for work tonight.” Francisco replies.
 
Without warning or asking, Ashley crawls into the camper though the door remains open, over him and lies on her side facing him. She tells him, “If you need a quickie or a blowie to relax, I can give it to you.”
 
“It’s OK Ashley. Maybe later. Right now I want to relax.” Francisco replies.
 
“Ooo-Kaaay.” Ashley replies with a dragged out sigh before pulling herself closer to him.
 
Together they spend the time in silence with him looking up at the ceiling.
 
During this time Dora returns with Maria, Darlene and Tamara from the sex show and a bit of clothes shopping for a couple needed things (mostly underwear and feminine items like pads). Dora walks over to Wanda to see what is going on up to that point while the girls go to the camper to put away their things. Lareina walks up Dora and Wanda.
 
In seeing Ashley inside, Tamara decides to have a shit-fit about her being inside the camper “WHAT THE #$@! IS SHE DOING IN THERE?!!”
 
Dora was about intervene but Lareina tells her, “Watch and let’s see how Francisco deals with it before Ashley does.”
 
Francisco gets out of the camper and says, “My camper, my rules. Who I have in there besides you three is my guest and can do whatever I want to do in there. If you do not like that, you can leave.”
 
“We have no problems.” Maria says, adding, “Can we go in and put away our stuff?”
 
“Let me get Ashley out so you can go in.” Francisco replies. He turns to reach in the camper to Ashley, “Come Ashley, the girls need to go in and put away their things.”
 
Ashley takes his hand and climbs out. Maria and Darlene go around them and into the camper. Tamara tries to stand in Ashley’s way and tries to shoulder check her. Ashley sees Tamara tensing up and about to hit her with the shoulder but moves quickly in reaching for her swinging arm going behind her, pulls her around, trips her and face plants her onto the floor. Tamara lets out howling scream as Ashley pins her down on the ground.
 
Dora, Wanda and the other female workers trot over to Ashley. Lareina takes her time to walk there. Though Ashley rarely listens to most others around her, there are a few she would listen too.
 
Dora says out loud as they surround the two, “Ashley, let her go, now.”
 
Ashley slowly lets her go, with the others leading her behind them. Tamara gets up and begins yelling threats as she looks for Ashley before she gets slapped by Dora.
 
Dora goes drill sergeant on her, “Shut The #$@! Up! We All Seen You Trying To Block Ashley! Consider Your Self Luck That She Only Threw You To The Ground Because She Shoot Anyone Who Gets In Her Way!”
 
It is immediately followed by Francisco grabbing Tamara by her hair and pulling her towards the camper, “Get In There And Put Away Your Crap! We’ll Discuss About You Being An Embarrassment To The Rest Of Us!”
 
Tamara goes into the camper, with Francisco closing and locking the door behind her. Francisco turns to the ladies of the bar, “I’m sorry about that, I will deal with her in what she did. It will not go by unpunished.”
 
Lareina steps up to him, “Please do. Anybody who thinks they can take on Ashley or anyone else will be a major problem. And we take care of major problems around here like we took care of Mickey the Wrench for you.”
 
“What happened with Mikey The Wrench?” Dora asks.
 
“Francisco, show her.” Lareina tells him. As he gets the explosives, Lareina begins to explain, “Francisco is leaving tomorrow morning. We would have been here to bid him and the girls farewells, and as soon as Francisco turns on his engine, what Mikey put into his engine would have blow up, killing him, his girls, and us, and destroying the back of the club building. There was a fight when Mikey was confronted about the device he put in, he pulled out a gun and threatened that he would kill us all. I told Mark to release the dogs, and the dogs took him down permanently.”
 
Francisco comes up to Dora and shows her the wired explosives.
 
Looking at the wired explosives, Dora says to herself, “That would have killed us all.” She then asks, “Why would he do that? What did Francisco did to him?”
 
“Remember those that tried to rob the place last night?” Lareina asks.
 
“Yeah...” Dora replies.
 
“According to Mikey, one of those killed was his son. He did not give out his name, however.” Lareina explains.
 
“That is so phucked up but he deserved it.” Dora says to herself.
 
Most around her nod to agree.
 
Dora asks, “Is the mid day meal ready?”
 
“We were too busy setting up the camper. But if you and Wanda can go into the kitchen and help Renaldo make something, it would be appreciated.” Lareina explains.
 
Dora nods and then signals to Wanda to go into the building and into the kitchen.
 
Lareina asks Francisco, “Need anything before we go back to working on my camper?”
 
“No, but thank you for everything.” Francisco tells her.
 
“And Tamara?” Lareina asks.
 
“I will take care of her.” Francisco replies.
 
“Do so, or next time she might end up like Mikey the Wrench.” Lareina tells him.
 
“I will.” Francisco replies.
 
Lareina nods before she signals for the others to follow her, including Ashley. Francisco watches them walk away before glancing over to his camper.
 
 
[Fernando’s Electric Camper - Yellowstone Lake Campsite; approaching 12Noon]
 
Fernando is lying on his back with Ichigo lying on her side, leaning against him on his left side, and resting her head on his shoulder. Naya was further down on his on his right side, holding to the base of his still erect shaft and licking it clean, occasionally putting the head of his shaft into her mouth.
 
Ichigo lets out, “You #$@!ed two girls, one after the other, taking turns with them and tired us out and you are still hard... How is that possible?”
 
“I told you, a man’s stamina is based on his strength and his health. Though I am tired in being awake for the past couple days without any rest, if I too, I can take on any girl who lies down on my bed with me.”  He tells her. He throws in, “If you weren’t complaining and there was nothing to do all day, I would still be doing you two lovely until you can’t take it no more. In fact it would be Naya’s turn right now. Naya?”
 
Naya pulls off his shaft and looks up at him, “Yes master?”
 
“Are you up to another round of sex if I want it?” He asks her.
 
She looks at him unsure how to answer at first but she nods and says, “Yes master. I would be wanting and willing if you want another round of sex with me.”
 
“Then come here.” He says for her to go up higher on him.
 
Naya gets on her hands and knees and crawl up to him until they were face to face though at his right side. Without needing to say a word, he takes her left leg and guides her to straddle over him with his hands at her waist. She leans over him with her hands on his shoulders, though on her knees, her groin is hovering above his. With his right hand he pulls her panties to the side before lining up and pressing the head of his penis with the entrance of her vagina. Holding his shaft in place against her, with his other hand on her waist, he signals and guides her down on to him though she hesitates for a second.
 
“Something wrong, Naya?” He asks her.
 
“You want me to be on top, Master? Only the master can be on top.” Naya asks and points out. She has done it in this straddling position before with others in her past, but they were not the master.
 
“It’s OK, Naya. I’m a bit tired of being on top with you both, so you can be on top this time around. Besides, it is not how we – you and I do it but whether or not we do it at all in any way possible. So you being on me does not make me weaker as your master but stronger as your master and lover. Would you agree with that?” He explains and then asks. She nods with her eyes closed, something he is noticing she is doing a lot but for now is not questioning it. He then throws in “Besides, in being intimate and sexually playful with you, we can end up in any position we could want. It is not a Naya – Master Thing, it is a Naya and Fernando thing. And I would be lasting longer than you still even if we want to do it all day.”
 
“You want to do it with me all day?” Naya asks.
 
“One day maybe we can and will, but not today. Today you and I can go for one more round, but that’s it because I got things to do after this. So if you are up to it, Master wants you to be on top and show him what you can do. You up to that task?”
 
She looks down at him unsure how to answer but again nods with her eyes closed. With his hand on her waist, he guides her down on him as her vagina opens up and allows for his hard long thick penis to go in her. She opens her mouth, letting a soft short moaning “Ah!” for every inch that goes in her. Occasionally she shimmies her rear end to get a little comfortable with half his massive #$@! rod impaled in her. He puts his hand supporting his shaft and places it on her waist. With both his hands on her waist she slowly lowers herself on his shaft, feeling herself stretch to fit him inside her, biting on her lower lip the lower she went on him. With much of his penis inside her and her labia just slightly on his pubis mound, she leans over and looks down at him, breathing slightly heavy.
 
Fernando asks her, “Too much for you?”  
 
“Just a little.” She replies, adding “You’re so big in me, you stretching me down there... but I can handle it.”
 
“Then let’s see what you can do for me, as there is not much time for us to share.” He tells her.
 
“I’m sorry master...” Naya replies.
 
“Don’t be sorry. Just take your time with it; I do not want you to hurt yourself in rushing it.” He tells her.
 
She looks down at him for a moment and nods. She then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh before lifting off his shaft almost half way before going back down on him. She pauses for a second to take a breath before doing it again. She starts to increase her tempo as she humps up and down on his shaft faster as things get easier for her to work on. For several minutes she continues at a steady pace of sliding her vagina up and down on his shaft. Since she was already a heighten state from before, she reaches orgasm at a faster rate than she would have expected. She tightens her grasp on his shoulders as she pushes her groin up against his go get his penis pushed up against her cervix, as her body begins to tremble. She tries to fight it but her body tightens up as she shudders as if she was being tased. She slowly collapses on his chest trembling slightly.
 
“I’m sorry Master, I could not keep up with you...” Naya says with some worry and concern.
 
Fernando puts his left hand between her shoulders, rubbing them slowly “It’s OK. It is more than I expect anyone to do with the little amount of time we have.” Naya looks up at him uncertain as to what to say net, but he throws in “Pull off my cock and lick me clean so I can get dressed and your scent would be minimal on me. Then you can wash your mouth with the stuff I showed you before.”
 
Naya look at him before pulling herself off him. She shifts herself down to his groin, taking hold of his penis by the base and begins to lick it clean, putting the head of his cock in her mouth, like before. It only takes her a couple minutes to lick their mixed fluids off his shaft. Fernando gets the Listerine and a paper cup for water for Naya to wash out her mouth while he got dressed.
 
Putting on his jacket on, he takes his Baofeng radio and turns it on, leaving it on the counter as he finishes putting on his various accessories. The radio’s audio turns on. “Medic, this is Mini-Medic-One. You out there, Medic?”
 
He recognized the voice as Minerva, though it could be her twin Miniya but Miniya has a different speech pattern from her twin Minerva despite having similar sounding voices. He picks up the radio, switching the channel selector to “A” from “B” before answering, “This is Medic. What is the situation?”
 
With a sigh being transmitted, “Naya is missing and can’t be found.”
 
He delays his answer, “Naya is not missing, she is with me.”
 
“Oh. Is there a reason why she is with you?” She asks.
 
“She came to me asking if there was anything she could do because she was bored, so I had her do some minor tasks I kept putting off because of the repairs I am doing to my damaged camper.” He explained.
 
“Oh. Do you know when she is coming back?” She asks.
 
“I will be bringing her back whenever I am done with her. So until then, consider her with me all day.” He tells her.
 
“Oh. OK. Anything I can do?” She replies and asks.
 
“Right now? No. But if I do later on, I will let you know. For now, keep an eye on the others and stay in the shade where you will be cool. I’ll be checking up on you guys later for the mid-day meal.” He tells her.
 
Oh. OK. Laters then.” She replies before the radio goes silent.
 
Fernando lets out a sigh before putting down the Baofeng radio. He sits on the edge of the bed to tie his shoe laces. Naya gets on all fours and crawls to him, getting up on her knees when she was next to him and kisses him on his cheek.
 
“Thanks for backing me up...” Naya tells him.
 
“Is there a problem with you and Minerva or Miniya?” Fernando asks her.
 
Naya just lets out a sigh.
 
“Well, is there a problem?” He asks again.
 
“They are bossing me around.” Naya lets out.
 
“As they should. Everyone has as a job to do. Whether it is patrol, making food, taking care of the kids, help carrying things to/from town, cleaning the area, whatever. Everyone has a job to do. Even you, because no one is going to use me or Hondo to #$@! their way to get things for free. We, you and I, or me and who ever, #$@! has nothing to do with what we do and what jobs you have to do. I’ll back you up for now but you better be ready to work when we need you too. I’ll have a talk with Minerva about bossing you around though you need to do the jobs she needs you to do.” Fernando tells her.
 
Naya nods at him before leaning over to him and kisses him on the cheek again.
 
He looks at her before putting on his holster, jacket, glasses and hat. He takes his cane “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He then leaves through the sliding door.
 
Only mad dogs and crazed Englishmen walk out in the noon-day sun. Fernando is neither a mad dog nor a crazed Englishman but he must go out in the noon-day sun. The camp was quiet as he sees no one is outside though there were a few like Karl and Marvin sitting by the doorway inside their campers. Though he thinks about checking on Ruth and the others about the mid day meal, he decides not to.
 
Continuing his patrol, the highway was clear, though the air was stifling hot, there was a cool breeze coming in from the forest cooling the campsite slightly. Shadows can be seen darting between the trees but he ignores them. At least there were a few moments of cool air hitting him. He steps back to turn to the back of the camp, past the Den Mother’s troop vehicle when he bumps something behind him that should not be there. He turns around to see who or what was behind him.  
 
Jackey was there in her ‘human’ form wearing her hoodie, a very short skirt, moccasin shoes and Indian Headdress. She signs to him with a smile “Hi!” She then continues in sign and telepathy, “Is everything alright?”
 
“I think so, but many are not able to handle the heat well being half animal. Coping with the heat is new to them.” He explains.
 
“Too bad for them, but when going through the badlands, one has to be prepared for extreme heat and cold.” Jackey throws back, adding “No promises but I’ll see what can be done to help.”
 
“Anything you can do would be greatly appreciated.” He replies.
 
Jackey steps closer to him, about to give him a hug but steps back after a single sniff, “I know I said you should be putting in your seed into every available female to you, it smells like you been busy with two of them already. A human one and a part-human / part-animal one, a sheepie girl.”
 
“A guy got to do what a guy got to do, especially when he is pushed to do it.” He replies.
 
“You were forced to do it?” Jackey signs in concern.
 
“Forced? No. Remember what I said about humans needing to go through rites and rituals?” Fernando asks. Jackey nods before Fernando continues, “It was something of that- human rites and rituals, which are rather stupid. Anyways, I did what I had to do.”
 
“The sheepie also had to go through rites and rituals as well?” Jackey asks.
 
“At first, she did. But then she was more wanting without the rites and rituals, and I did it more with her than with the human one.”He explains.
 
“I can tell you were with the sheepie more than the human.” She replies. She pauses for a second before adding “Keep seeding them and others as often as you can, especially the sheepie since she is more compliant to your needs.”
 
“And of you and I?” He asks.
 
She leans to him and kisses him on the cheek before telling him “Later tonight when it’s time. I just need some happy juice for us to mate.”
 
He asks, “You need anything like food or water?”
 
“You got anything small, round and sweet?” She asks.
 
“I do not think so, but if I find something I’ll bring it.” He replies.
 
“Anything would be fine, but small round and sweet would be better.” She replies.
 
“I’ll see what I can find for you.” He tells her.
 
She leans over to him, “Happy Juice would be more important if you want to mate with me tonight.”
 
He steps back slightly and nods to her.
 
She points to across the highway where the forest is, he turns around and sees a couple of ferals smiling and waving back at them. He turns back to say something but Jackey was gone. He turns to the forest and the ferals were gone. The wind picks up slightly, and the sky becomes cloudy. He walks back to his camper as the sky gets darker. As soon as he opens the door to his camper and steps inside there was a loud clap of thunder before a torrent of rain fell around the area of the camp and extending out for a few miles or so it seems.
 
With the wind, thunder and torrential rain, Naya jumps out of the bed and pouncing on Fernando, holding him tightly. Ichigo was under the blankets with a pillow over her head. He takes Naya to the bed and puts her on it before taking off his outer layers and getting onto the bed with them. Naya pounces on Fernando again, all shaking and nervous. He slowly puts her on the bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He then whispers in her ear, “I know what would calm your nerves...”
 
“What would that be?” Naya asks.
 
“Shhh...” Fernando reaches for her panties’ waistband and pulls them down and gets her left leg out from them, hanging them on her right ankle. He then spreads her legs open by the knees before pulling out his hard cock from his briefs and leans over her.  He puts his penis in place against her vaginal entrance before pushing it inside her. She moans softly as he slowly piston #$@!s her hot tight pussy, she reaches to him with her free arm, putting it around his neck and holds onto him tightly. She tenses up on her grip on him for a moment with every lightning flash and thunder clap that immediately follows it.
 
Fernando does Naya slow but hard and lovely for as long as the storm lasted. She has about five or so orgasms during this time. He was paying attention to both her and the storm, seeding her at least once but continues stroking and pounding her accordingly, he decides to end it as the storm ends.
 
Though still impaled inside her, he looks down at her and asks, “Feeling better now?”
 
Naya looks at him for a moment and nods.
 
He tells her, “You relax while I pull out. It’s getting late, Hondo should be returning sooner or later and I need to be ready for him when he comes.”
 
Naya looks up at him and nods as she slowly drops her arm from his neck. He does a push up to lift himself off her before slowly pulling his cock out of her tight love hole and resting it on her pubis mound. Letting out a sigh, he gets up and sits on his knees. Naya slowly sits up, resting on her elbows behind her in an angled seated position where she can look up at him. He leans over to her and kisses her on the forehead before telling her, “Put on your panties and get under the covers. If I’m right that rain storm took the heat away and its going to get cold for a while.”
 
She looks up at him as she puts on her panties “Need me to clean you up?”
 
“If you want too.” He replies. She nods as he adds, “You will need to wash out your mouth when you’re done.”
 
Naya crosses her legs by the ankles before lifting herself up to sit up on the bed. She reaches out and takes a hold to the base of his penis. She leans over and kisses it on the side just behind the head. She continues to kiss down his shaft to where it connects with his body, switching to the other side and kiss along up the length of his shaft from his body to its head. She continues licking the length of his male organ, cleaning the mixed body fluids they had intimately shared before putting head of his shaft into her mouth. She continues with this cleaning process for a few more minutes until she was satisfied that she did a proper job cleaning him.
 
He leans over her and kisses her on her forehead before asking, “You must like cleaning me after we do it.”
 
“I only do that for you, master. I used to for Giovanni but that is because he used to beat me if I didn’t. But now you’re my master and I would do it for you anytime you want because you don’t beat me and I like doing it for you.” Naya explains.
 
“So do you like sucking dick? Not just cleaning but when in the beginning like you do with me sometimes.” Fernando asks.
 
“Not really. I mean, I like sucking your dick as it is so long and large and clean and tastes good to me, but when I was in the streets, a girl had to do what a girl had to do even though she did not like doing it, and I did not like doing it with them but I had to. But, a girl is supposed to like that sort of thing because she is a girl, right? But a lot of the times the guys would be drunk, smelly, dirty, and often too small or it did not work right because they were drunk or on some chem. Sometimes I had to do with two, three, four or five guys at the same time, each one taking turns #$@!ing me in both holes while I sucked one or two dicks and jerked on the rest. Sometimes Giovanni would set me up where they would tie me up and cover my eyes and do that with meal day with several guys at once and when done he took all the money and told me to go take a shower because ‘I was dirty.’ Would you ever do that to me?” She explains and then asks with a tear rolling down her cheek.
 
“I would never do that to you, as I would never share you. I may have other girls I stick my dick into, but like them, I am not going to treat you bad, abuse you or throw you away. You are mine, like some of the others are mine, and I will do my best to treat you, all of you, well as long as you do right by me. I am not going to sell you or make you have sex with other guys; that is why I gave you that medicine – who knows what sickness they gave you, the medicine took care of it. It also has the side effect that I explained in Flight Town of healing your body and making it a virgin again. And it will keep healing you unless you abuse your body and go back to a life of living in the streets again. You understand what I am telling you?” He explains and asks.
 
Naya nods, wanting to smile but is confused by it all. She then looks up at him, giving an odd request “Master, could you, would you, beat me once in a while, fight me, take me down, and rape me? Tie me up, cover my eyes, and have your way with me?”
 
“Why would you want that?” He asks.
 
“I do not know exactly, but I know I want that sometimes, to be taught who the master is and who the slave is, who is in controlled and who is controlled. Only a strong master can tame his slaves. I’m a Wessen and Wessens are supposed to be stronger than humans, but I am a half breed sheepie – half human, half Sheepie Wessen, and I am not as strong as most Wessens are, but I am stronger than most humans, not all though. I don’t want to think that my master is weak and cannot do for me those things I need from him as I give him what he wants from me. If my master is not strong enough to protect me, why should I stay with him? I just do not know any more.” She tries to explain but rambles on in the end.
 
“Understand this much...” He begins, “What we do when we do it, unless it is with others like with Maria here...”
 
Ichigo lets out a “HEY!”
 
He continues, “Shut up Maria, if you know what is good for you.” He pauses for a bit and continues “Naya, what we do is between you and I. If we do those things you want, that is on us when we do it. But it is not that we are going to do it every day or every week or whenever. When it happens, it happens. I can’t promise where or when, let’s just say we got lucky with what we got here so far. If it happens any other time, then we got lucky with that too. I am not going to force you to drop your panties in public or out in the open. We are not going to have sex out on a beach or field unless it is very secluded and we are the only ones there for a long time. If one day I turn on you and abuse you or rape you because I had a bad day, I did not mean to harm you, sometimes all that stress and pressure just comes out. I hope you understand that.” He tells her.
 
Naya gets on all fours and says “Excuse me.” as she crawls to the side of the bed where they sink it at, taking out the paper cup and Listerine as before. She then washes out and rinses her mouth, putting away where the items were, before crawling to him. She gets up on her knees and leans over to him, almost falling on him as she plants her lips on his.
 
Their kiss ends as abruptly as it started and they look at each other with Ichigo complaining “You don’t give me that much attention!”
 
Fernando turns to her and tells her, “Behave or no dick tonight.”
 
Ichigo sticks her head out of the blankets with her jaw dropped. He throws at her as he starts to get dressed, “With the rain over and taking away the heat, it’s going to get cold so you better stay in there under the blankets where it is warm and Naya will be in there as well. I’m going to check on the others, the lunch meal, and if and when Hondo will be coming if possible.”
 
Naya leans against him as he puts on his clothes. He tells her as he feels the wall of the camper, “Get under the blankets to get warm. It is cold out there as I can feel it on the walls.” He pauses for a second to put his foot down, “I’ll be back later to join you girls and to rest up.” Naya nods before getting under the blankets with Ichigo as he put on his shoulder holsters, pockets his Baofeng radio in his pants pocket, jacket, hat, and glasses before he walks to the sliding door.
 
Grabbing the door handle showed that it was cold. He slides the door open and steps outside quickly and closes the door behind him. His breathe comes out his nose and mouth as white smoke of vapor, thanks to the storm, the temperature has went from over 100 degrees to just over 35 degrees. He looks around to see that most have shut themselves in for the storm and to stay warm. He goes to Hondo’s camper and knocks on the door.
 
He can hear some commotion inside before the door opens.
 
Kiah stands in the open door way, “Oh. It’s you.”
 
“Don’t start with me, Kiah. I just want to know when lunch would be ready for everybody.” Fernando tells her.
 
Ruth and Mae step up behind Kiah and pulls her away from the door with Ruth saying “I’m sorry about that. Lunch is almost ready, we just have to package it for you. Need anything special?”
 
“I’m going to need a vegetarian meal and two meat meals.” He explains Ruth. He then looks at Mae before pulling out his radio to show her, “Let me and the others know what is going on, you can call them in groups to order and get the meals they need ready, and I’ll get the meals for Jeanette and her group, the Den Mother and then my group is last as they do not have a radio. You can save my meal for last but call me to get and give out Jeanette’s and the Den Mother’s meals.”
 
“Alright, I’ll do that.” Mae replies.
 
“Many thanks. I’ll be in my camper waiting for your call.”
 
(To Be Continued...)

Molly was not sure when exactly, she fell asleep, but she knew she did, as she woke up to wind blowing, the sound of distant thunder, and the splatter of rain as it came in through the windows. She shivered as the wind blew over her mostly bare form, and she sat up groggily to look outside at the storm. The rain drops blew and splattered randomly, and the ground was not yet wet, telling her that the storm was still approaching, and could possibly get worse. She shivered as another burst of wind blew in through the window and across her bare body.  As her mind slowly pulled out of its sleep fog, she crossed her arms across herself to block the wind, and placed her hands on her bare breast pressing her firm cold nipples into her palms to stop the icy sensation. Though she did not wake up as hard as Hondo did, she was still not the morning person like Zoey was, and she needed a few minutes before fully being able to process things.  
 
A bust of thunder overhead made her wince, her canine like ears being overly sensitive to loud noises, especially when not ready for them. Her ears laid down and she grimaced at a second roll of thunder, as the sound hurt her physically, but there was little she could do about it, but bear it as best she could. Though there was little she could do, the adrenaline shot to her system got her mind working much quicker, and she started to processed her surroundings and her situation.
 
The temperature had dropped fast, and it was getting colder, so she searched for her tank top and pulled it on, as her hands and arms were not doing the trick alone. It was damp still, so it was almost useless, but it would work for the moment. A quieter thunder clap, followed by a whimper in the seats in front of her, made her remember about the rabbit wessen sister. She opened the curtains that separated the seats laid down into beds, and found them both asleep. The red-head was still out cold, but the blonde, though asleep, was whimpering and shivering, having just Molly’s light jacket on, that was open and pulled up in the back from her moving around, so it covered mainly her arms, shoulders, and a little of her chest only. Her body was still damp, and the wind made it worse. Another roll of thunder caused both Molly and the blonde to wince, and the girl whimpered again. Molly frowned, as she knew there was little she could do for her. Like her, rabbit wessen generally had very good hearing, and loud noises were just painful.
 
Molly looked back at the storm quickly before pulled out the blanket she had folded up earlier, and she covered the sisters again, before rolling up all the windows. The windows helped muffle the noise a bit, but did not stop it enough to stop the pain, but it was all she could do for them for now. With the blanket now covering the sisters again, the blonde had stopped shivering, which she figured was the best outcome for their situation.  
 
With the sisters cared for as best she could, Molly slipped on her boots, and grabbed her pants, tucking them under her arm, before climbing out of the truck. As she climbed out the rain got harder, and even at a trot, she was soaked before getting around to the back of the camper, where the door was. As she opened the door, the wind almost took it from her, and her trying to hold onto it, almost pulled her off the steps. Her tank top blew up, exposing more of her that she had thought would be exposed as she fought it, but after a brief struggle, she managed to keep ahold of the door and shut it behind her as she half fell into the camper.
 
As she picked herself up and looked around to see most of the others staring at her again, as they had earlier. Her shirt might as well be off, as it was completely see-through now as opposed to the slight translucent her sweat had caused earlier, her hair was soaked and dripping on the floor, and her now wet panties clung to her, revealing the shapes of what they hid beneath their surface. Though most of the expressions were the same, their locations were different, and this time Kiah ignored her as if nothing was going on and it was Maggie’s turn to stare at her, wide eyed.
 
“You alright?” Ruth asked, as she gave Molly a worried look.
 
Though it was warmer inside, it was still much cooler than it had been earlier, as the windows had been open when the storm hit, but now they were shut. Ruth still seemed a bit damp from sweating, but her nipples were now stiff and making sharp outlines of themselves on her t-shirt, telling everyone that she was also no longer too warm. Of the others, Maggie had her lab coat back on, April and June had overshirts on now, Mae had dressed again and added an overshirt, and Kiah, who sat on the couch, having her arm inspected and cleaned by Maggie, had again donned her t-shirt, though had not added an overshirt.  
 
“I’m fine. Just a bit wet and a bit cold, now too.” Molly replied.
 
“Didn’t need to tell us you’re cold.” Kiah said a bit flatly. “Your thermometers are sticking out further than Ruth’s, and hers are out there.”
 
Molly looked at Ruth, who blushed a bit, and then down at herself. She had felt them in her hands earlier, as she had tried to warm them, but did not realize how much they visibly stood out like that.
 
Mae shook her head, “Kiah, stop. Yours and Aprils were sticking out more than Ruth’s are now, before you two added clothes.”
 
Kiah raised an eyebrow, but did not look at her as she quipped a reply, “You’re just jealous, cause your nips are so tiny.”
 
Mae frowned, “Tiny? I.. maybe they are, but I think they look cute…” She lifted her shirt, showing her breast to Molly, “They are cute, aren’t they?”
 
Molly just looked at her blankly for a moment as the water from her hair dripped down her face and shoulders, before dripping down her body and hitting the floor.
 
“.. Uhm, yeah… Yeah, they are cute.” Molly replied a bit flatly.
 
Though she was a girl, girl talk did not always come easily to her, as she had not had many female friends, had worked around mostly men, and grew up apart from her family, so she never knew a sibling bond like these girls seemed to share.
 
June looked down sadly, and mumbled, “I wish mine were bigger like Aprils, or cute like Mae’s.”
 
“They are cute, too!” Mae replied.
 
June shook her head, “No they aren’t.”
 
“They are so light pink they almost white. First time I saw June topless from across the room, I thought she didn’t have nipples.” Kiah replied matter of fact like.
 
June sighed deeply and sat back into the seat, slouching a bit, but she didn’t reply as she knew Kiah was right.
 
“Can’t we talk about something else?” Ruth asked.
 
“Y.you’re nipples are c.c.cute, June. I wish mine w.were more like them, instead of b.big and d.d.dark.” April replied, stammering and hesitating a bit.
 
It was only then that Molly noticed that April was balled up in the recliner seeming very nervous.
 
“What’s wrong with her?” Molly asked, nodding at April.
 
Another clap of thunder sounded, causing Molly to flinch again, though the camper muffled it more, so it did not hurt as bad.
 
“Eep!” April shrieked as she balled up tightly for a moment as the thunder sounded.
 
“Big tits is afraid of lightning.” Kiah replied “Afraid they will attract lightning, the way they stick out there, I guess.”
 
“Why are you so mean?!” April whined.
 
“Okay, enough nipple talk! God help me… I swear all you four know how to talk about is body parts, who you want to #$@! you, and how you want it done!” Ruth exclaimed in a frustrated manner.
 
Kiah ignored her, April had opened her over shirt to look at her chest, worried that her nipples stuck out too much, June still sat slouched and looking down, and Mae gave Ruth a blank look.
 
“When using your body to try to look sexy and having sex is all you’ve done, what you were forced to do, or all you know, you don’t have a lot else to talk about.” Mae replied quietly, feeling the sting of Ruth’s comment.
 
Ruth sighed, leaned back against the counter, and slouched.
 
“Damn, I did it again… I’m sorry girls…  
 
Mae turned away from her with an embarrassed look.  
 
“It’s okay… I guess we’re just a bunch of stupid little whores who don’t know better, so what can you expect?” She said quietly.
 
“Mae, you’re not, and I am sorry.” Ruth said.
 
“Yeah, sorry you grew up as such a prude that swimming naked made her feel like a bad-ass. Probably was too prudish to even talk about her body, even with her sister… Ruth, if you need help knowing what everything does, don’t be afraid to ask. We might be too stupid to know all the names, but being a little whore lets you know what everything does, and then some.” Kiah replied snidely.
 
Ruth nodded, “I deserve that and more.”  
 
“So, you owe me three favors instead of two now?” Kiah asked.
 
“Favors?” Molly asked.
 
Ruth gave Kiah a sour look before turning to Molly, “Yeah, uhm, I told her I owed her a couple favors for, uhm, you know… What I said earlier.”
 
“Oh?” Molly replied.
 
Kiah shook her head, “Don’t act like you don’t know… OUCH! … Mae confessed to spilling her guts about me, as Ruth is a terrible liar. I know you all know now.”
 
Molly wrinkled her nose as she looked questioningly at Maggie, would had just pout a piece of gauze on Kiah’s arm and wrapped it.
 
“What happened to Kiah’s arm?” Molly asked.
 
“You don’t have to pretend to be worried about me.” Kiah said in a quieter, flatter tone. “And no need to change the subject… Secrets out now. I’m a #$@!ed up, crazy little whore, who isn’t worthy of anyone. Big surprise…. I’ll be surprised if Hondo and Fernando don’t throw me out as soon as you all tell them. Don’t want the others contaminated by the useless, psycho slut.”
 
Maggie patted her other arm before continuing, “W.we don’t think about you like that.”
 
Kiah’s frown deepened and she rolled her eyes, “*snort*… Yeah right.”
 
Maggie frowned and just continued with the bandages, finishing up quickly before sitting down.
 
“Maggie is right. Now, I told you, we’d not tell them and I’m so sorry about all this… I shouldn’t have judged you so harshly or let my frustrations get the better of me. It’ll stay between us, I promise.” Ruth said, trying to keep her voice soft, as she really did feel bad for stepping in it and hurting her feelings so badly today.
 
“Oh, and Molly isn’t going to tell the handsome cowboy to protect him for the crazy, broken trollop? Yeah right.” Kiah said, trying to sound calm but sounding very defeated.
 
Molly shook her head, “I wasn’t pretending to be worried, and I wasn’t trying to change the subject. And though, if you like my Hondo I think you should be honest with him about your past, I won’t tell him. Not unless I have to, and the only reason I’d feel I have to is if you lie to him.”
 
Kiah wrinkled her brow as she squinted at Molly in a questioning way.
 
“Why? Why would you do that for me?? Especially after I was mean to you?” Kiah asked, seeming confused.
 
Molly shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I knew you act that way because of some way you felt, because of something that happened to you. I mean, I felt pretty stupid for thinking there was just pretty underwear, but it’s not worth having hard feelings over.”
 
“I don’t want sympathy.” Kiah said, looking down at the floor as she spoke.
 
Molly shook her head, “It’s not sympathy, though I am sorry you’ve had it so rough. No one, child or adult, should have to bear all of that. I don’t know if I’m strong or able enough to help save people like Hondo and Fernando do, but I want to help. The one thing I’ve noticed is that after being saved physically, most of us still go through a lot mentally and emotionally, and have a long journey of learning new ways of living and learning to live with ourselves and our pasts. Now, I don’t know how I can help with that process, but I think it’s one way I can help save others, and take some stress off Hondo and Fernando. I’ve got a lot to learn myself, and a lot of my own issues to deal with, but if I can help, even in a small way, I want to.”
 
Kiah sighed deeply before replying, “*SIGH* …. I’m not sure I can be helped or be of any help.”
 
“You helped Valentine, didn’t you?” Ruth asked.
 
She looked up at Ruth for a moment before looking down again, “Maybe, but not enough, obviously.”
 
“She’s still alive and seeming to try to get better. If not for you she’d be dead, and Hondo would be grieving over that, as would his girls. You saved a life, and saved three people a lot of pain. I’d say that was a lot. Maybe you’re not ready for help, but if you need it, I want to help.” Molly added.
 
Kiah sighed again before shrugging, “I don’t know. If I do, I’ll keep you in mind, but I’d not lose any sleep over me. I’m resilient, whatever that means.”  
 
“It means you recover quickly from bad things happening, and can stand against difficult situations, adapt, and face adversity, without being beaten down or broken.” Ruth said.
 
Kiah shook here head, “Heh.. I’m pretty sure I’m beyond broken, but… I am still alive and still able, so maybe I am.”
 
Molly nodded, “You are. More than you know… Now, about your arm?”
 
Kiah looked down at it, “Pphbb! It’s nothing to worry about. Just where Val accidently shot me when I was trying to take the gun from her. It was my own stupid fault for pulling the gun towards me, but I just didn’t have the strength to push it away. She’s a lot stronger than she looks.”
 
Molly nodded, rubbing her jaw at the memory of their fight, “Yeah, I found that out too… Is it healing alright?”
 
“It was,” Kiah said with a shrug before shooting a look at April, “That’s until Miss Scared-y cannon nips jumped at the first little thunder boom, ran over me, and caused it to open up again.”
 
“I said I was sorry!” April protested before looking down at her chest and whining softly. “And they aren’t that big. Why are you so mean to me?”
 
“Kiah, stop picking on her. I mean, her nips are the biggest of the four of us, though I think Scarlett’s are close. No one had bigger ones than Aurora, though. You could almost milk her!” Mae said.
 
“You’re forgetting that cow wessen girl who worked for the wessen fight ring. Those were like sausages!” Kiah said.
 
Mae nodded, “I forgot about her, but hers were so light colored they just didn’t seem as big. Aroura’s were very dark.”
 
“What about the goat girl, uhm, what was her name?” June asked quietly.
 
“Heart? I forgot about her. Her nips might not have been larger than the cow girl, but they were almost completely black.” Mae said.
 
Kiah nodded, “Yeah, hard to forget that artillery. I hear they made her rub ice on them between rounds to keep them stiff. They supposedly pierced them too, but some guy ripped out one of the piercings with his teeth. I heard he and a few others went deaf from her screaming after.”
 
 
Ruth sighed deeply and shook her head as she went back to work.  
 
Molly snickered to herself softly, just before another loud thunder boom went off that almost shook the camper.
 
Though everyone looked uneasy at that one, April shrieked and balled up tightly, being the worst one effected, and Molly put her hands over her ears and closed her eyes as the pain went through her head.
 
Molly shook her head after the pain had mostly passed, “That one really hurt.”
 
“Hurt? Oh, you have sensitive hearing due to being wessen, don’t you? I didn’t even think about that.” Ruth said.
 
Molly nodded, “Yeah, though not all wessen do, most Canine wessen do.”
 
“Any other kinds have that issue?” Mae asked.
 
Molly nodded, “Yeah, Rabbit wessen do, as well as most mouse, cat, and.. fox… oh no.”
 
“What’s wrong?” Ruth asked as Molly quickly headed to the loft.
 
“Tonya, she’s bad afraid of it. I forgot until now… damn. I need to check on her.” Molly said quickly.
 
Molly left them before anyone could answer, and grabbed a robe from the bathroom, quickly shucking off her tank-top and dropping her grey bikini swimsuit bottoms, before putting the robe on and entering the bedroom.  
 
In the room, she found the TV on, playing a western movie with Cowboys and such on it, Zoey sitting with her ears flat down, of which she had not seen her do before, and Macey clinging to her. Tonya was not in sight, but the quivering lump under the blankets she assumed was Tonya.
 
“You girl alright?” Molly asked quickly, in a worried tone.
 
Macey nodded, “Were f.f.fine.”
 
“That last one hurt my ears.” Zoey said with a grimace.
 
“It hurt my too, sweetheart. How’s Tonya?” Molly asked
 
Zoey shook her head, “Tonya really doesn’t like storms at all, after what our old master used to do to her and others for punishment.”
 
Molly nodded as she moved around the other side of the bed, “She told me about that.”
 
Molly pulled the cover back, to find Tonya, in just her panties, shaking under the blankets.
 
“Tonya, it’s alright. I’m here now… Where’s your shirt?” Molly asked
 
“It w.w.was hot un.un.untill th.th.th.the st.storm h.h.h.hit.” Tonya stammered.
 
Zoey grabbed a ball of white cloth from the bed and handed it to Molly, “Here it is. She took it off earlier as she was trying to sleep but was all sweaty.”
 
As Molly took it she saw that the younger two were both wearing short shorts and Zoey was wearing a tank top, though she had an overshirt pulled on and unbuttoned now, and Macey wore a hooded sweatshirt. She did not think about how hot up here it must have been for them until now, and she felt bad about not checking on them earlier. She knew she wasn’t even Tonya or Zoey’s adopted mother, nor Macey’s adopted aunt, like Valentine had been, but being with Hondo made her feel responsible for them, especially in his absence and she felt bad for neglecting them until now. It was all new to her, as she never had to be responsible for others, really, before, and she felt that she was failing them and Hondo with her accidental neglect.
 
Molly put a hand out to Tonya, “Come on out. Put this on and I’ll sit with you until the storm passes.”
 
Tonya took her hand and came out from under the covers, before taking the shirt and putting it on. Molly sat down beside her and as another quieter clap of thunder sounded, Tonya grabbed onto her, shaking. Molly winced a bit, but fought it as well as she could, taking hold of the scared teen with one hand and stroking her hair with the other.
 
“It’s alright, Tonya. I got you.” She said soothingly.
 
Tonya shook as she held on to her, “S.s.sorry… I .. I feel so stupid a.a.about being so afr.r.raid of storms.”
 
Zoey reached out and grabbed one of Tonya’s hands, “It’s alright, Tonya. I don’t like them either. They hurt my ears.”
 
I’m not afraid of them.” Macey said, with a tone that lacked conviction.
 
Another boom had both Molly and Zoey wincing again, as Tonya and Macey, respectively, tightened their grips on the one who held them close.
 
After about an hour the storm let up and faded into the distance. Tonya ended up falling asleep again as the storm ended, since she had gotten almost no sleep so far due to the heat, and Macey relaxed and sat up again, as Zoey put on a different moving picture show, an animated one this time, as the cowboy one had ended. Molly made a note of asking Hondo to show her the whole cowboy one, as it seemed interesting and sad at the same time, as the old cowboy on the movie was killed by outlaws, but a bunch of kids who were helping him avenged his death, taking out all the bad guys on their own. She had not heard of a story line like that before, but in some ways the old cowboy reminded her of Hondo, and the kids of some of those they saved. It made her wonder if there was more hope for the future, if they could only save more young folks and show them hope and a path before it was too late.
 
As the girls started into the new moving picture show, Zoey’s stomach growled loudly.
 
“Mmmm,” She groaned, “I’m hungry.”
 
“Me too.” Macey replied. “When will lunch be ready?”
 
“I don’t know, but I’ll go check and see if I can help.” Molly said, as she eased herself away from the sleeping Tonya.  
 
Molly covered Tonya up before slipping around the bed again, straightening up the robe she had on, and heading into the main area.
 
“How’s lunch coming?” Molly asked.
 
Ruth sighed, “*sigh*… It’s coming, though it’s running a bit late.”
 
“You need any help?” Molly asked.
 
“Shouldn’t you be trying to sleep? You were up all night and couldn’t have gotten much so far.” Ruth said.
 
Molly shrugged, “Maybe, but doubt I’ll get much now, and if I do and we spend the night, I’ll be up all night.”
 
Ruth nodded, “Makes sense… Sure, if you want to help, you can help with the finishing touches.”
 
Molly jumped in and assisted as need, helping Ruth and the girls finish tasks they were on.
 
“So, you know when Hondo’s getting back?” Kiah asked almost conversationally.
 
Molly’s brow furrowed a bit, “I’m.. not sure, honestly. He and Fernando thought he should be back around lunch time and it’s one o’clock now.”
 
“So, he should be back any time now, right?” Kiah asked.
 
Molly nodded, “I should think so… I hope he’s alright.”
 
A few minutes later a knock was heard at the door and Kiah scrambled to her feet, “I’ll get it!”
 
Ruth, “No, I’ll get it.”
 
Kiah slid to the door, “But it might be Hondo!”
 
“Kiah, wait!” Mae said but it was too late.
 
Kiah stood in the open doorway, and saw it was Fernando at the door and not Hondo.
 
 “Oh. It’s you.” She replied a bit dejectedly.
 
 
“Don’t start with me, Kiah. I just want to know when lunch would be ready for everybody.” Fernando tells her.  
 
 
Ruth and Mae step up behind Kiah and Mae pulls her away from the door with Ruth saying “I’m sorry about that. Lunch is almost ready, we just have to package it for you. Need anything special?”  
 
 
“I’m going to need a vegetarian meal and two meat meals.” He explains Ruth. He then looks at Mae before pulling out his radio to show her, “Let me and the others know what is going on, you can call them in groups to order and get the meals they need ready, and I’ll get the meals for Jeanette and her group, the Den Mother and then my group is last as they do not have a radio. You can save my meal for last but call me to get and give out Jeanette’s and the Den Mother’s meals.”  
 
 
“Alright, I’ll do that.” Mae replies.  
 
 
“Many thanks. I’ll be in my camper waiting for your call.” Fernando replied, before shutting the door and heading back to his camper.
 
“Kiah, you really need to stop running for the door.” Mae said.
 
Kiah frowned at her, “But I thought it might be that handsome cowboy coming back.”
 
Ruth shook her head, “Kiah, this is his camper. Why would he knock?”
 
“Well, I don’t know. Maybe because he thinks were all naked in her, because it gets so hot when we’re cooking?” She replied with a shrug.
 
Ruth shook her head, “I doubt he thinks that.”
 
“I doubt that would stop him.” Molly says with a grin, getting Kiah even to smile softly as Ruth blushed at the thought.
 
After a couple minutes of silence Kiah sighed deeply, “Alright. I don’t know why you guys think its so wrong for me to answer the door, but I’ll stop.”
 
“It’s not so much that its wrong, but you have tasks to do, and you always have to say something…” Ruth paused, not wanting to step in it again.
 
“Witty?” Kiah asked.
 
Mae shook her head, “No, I think she was more thinking inappropriate and obnoxious.”
 
“Those are big words.” June said quietly.
 
Kiah scowled, “Guess all little whores know how to be is inappropriate and ob.. ob.. whatever that word was!”
 
“I didn’t mean it that way, Kiah. I just think you could present yourself better, and when they come during meal times, they are usually coming to talk to me.” Ruth said.
 
Mae shook her head, “Don’t always get upset. Maybe if you listened to those who care about you, you’d realize that they are only trying to help.”
 
“Like anyone cares about me.” She said, rolling her eyes.
 
“We do care, and they are just trying to help you be a better person, not hurt you.” Molly said.
 
“They just want to change me, cause they don’t like me. No one likes me.” She muttered.
 
Molly sighed and shook her head, as she was not sure how to get through to the girl. She was hurting, it was obvious, and the day had been hard on her, with old hurts being dredged up and feeling exposed and judged by all of them now. Though she wanted to say more, she left it alone, as did everyone else in there, and they finished their work.
 
A few minutes later, at about one-thirty, the radios in the camper came to life, one being a vehicle mount Hondo had installed into the wall, and a few others being Ruth’s and the Bunny girls’ radios. Molly had left her’s in the cab of the truck, not thinking about grabbing it before running through the rain, but with all those inside the camper, hers was not needed at the moment.
 
“Attention, Attention. This is The Medic speaking. Lunch is slightly delayed but it is almost ready. Bunny One will be making the calls to your groups one by one. You will make your order that you need over the radio and then be on your way to pick it up at the Cowboy’s Camper. It should be ready by the time you get there. Now listen carefully, because of the passing storm, it has gotten very cold outside, so when you go get your order, put on a heavy coat or jacket and what other outer layers you are comfortable with to keep you warm when outside. I repeat – it is very old outside to wear your heavy coat and things to keep you warm when outside. Any questions?” Fernando’s voice called out over the radio.
 
The girls all looked at each other, but none picked up theirs or said anything.
 
Karl speaks up, “Who is going to be called first? And it is very cold in my camper; this thing that is supposed to heat up the place is not working.”
 
Ruth nodded at Mae, who had pulled hers out of her pocket, “Go ahead. We should be ready for everyone.”
 
Mae nodded before keying the microphone, “You will be first, Karl. What do you need for your group?”  
 
 
“Well, it is just Maribelle, Teri and I...” Karl begins.  
 
 
“OK then, it is one meat meal and two vegetarian meals. Bring a bag or a box to carry it all.” Mae explains.  
 
 
Fernando keys up “I’ll be there to go with you to check out your heater.”  
 
 
Karl lets out in frustration, “See you then.”
 
It did not take the ladies long to get the meals ready, and when the knock at the door came, Kiah didn’t dive for it like usual, leaving Mae and Ruth to handle things for once. When Ruth opened the door, she found Fernando and Karl standing there, and Fernando handed in a box for them to put the meals into. Neither of them said anything to them, though they were not sure if it was just because they had nothing to say or if they were upset with them for having lunch late. Either way it was not pushed, as it was not new news that Fernando did not like to be pushed for anything, let alone explanations.
 
Mae called out for the others one at a time, with Miniya and Minerva’s group being next, followed by the teens, Marvin and the other sheep girls, and then Ruth’s sister and younger cousin, who were working on biscuits and corn bread for supper already at Ruth’s camper.
 
Not long after Susana and Esther left, there was another knock at the door and again Kiah stayed still and Mae got up to answer it, finding Fernando standing there with a couple boxes and his wagon.
 
“Mister Fernando! You here for Jeanette’s meals? You know what she needs?” Mae asks.
 
“I’m here for both Jeanette’s and the Den Mother’s meals. First Jeanette, she would need six meat meals. The Den Mother would need 12, six meat and six veggie meals.” Fernando says as he places the boxes on the camper floor.
 
“We’ll get them ready for you. You want to wait inside where it is warm?” Mae asks.
 
“No. Just close the door to keep the heat from coming out, I’ll be out here waiting.” He tells her before reaching for the door and closes it.
 
“He didn’t want to come in?” Ruth asked.
 
Mae shook her head, “I guess not.”
 
“Probably doesn’t want to deal with me… No one does.” Kiah said quietly, being the first words she had spoken in a while.
 
Molly said nothing, but she wondered if it was about her. She felt that she was not approved of by Fernando, and maybe even be seen as in Hondo’s and Valentine’s way of getting back together. Despite their conversation that morning she still felt unsure. She knew all she needed was Hondo’s approval, but as good as Fernando had been to them all, and as close as he and Hondo were, she wanted Fernando’s approval too. He had said the could possibly be friends someday, so she knew it was probably just her own insecurities scream at her, so she did her best to silence them.
 
In a couple of minutes Mae picked up the first box set up for Jeanette’s group, opened the door, and held it out, waiting for Fernando to take it.  
 
Fernando takes the box and puts it in his pull cart. April and June step up to the doorway carrying the other box with the meals for the Den Mother and her brood, placing it on the ground. Fernando takes the box and places it into his pull cart.  
 
 
“I’ll be back to get my meals when I’m done giving this out, so about less than five minutes or so.” He tells them.  
 
 
“We’ll... be waiting...” June lets out nervously before Fernando turns about and starts heading to Jeanette’s camp area.
 
As the door shuts, Kiah sighed deeply again, “*sigh*… You think he’s going to throw me out?”
 
“He won’t if you stop trying to start shit with him.” Mae replied.
 
“I’m not trying to start anything! I’m just… flirty! I can’t help it!” Kiah replied defensively.
 
April shook her head, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’d not call it flirty.”
 
Kiah scowled, “Because you’re so great at flirting, you’d know? Is that it?!”
 
April looked down sadly, as she knew she was bad at flirting.
 
“Kiah, don’t be mean to April. And you do come off a bit too… over the top.” Mae said.
 
“Over the top? How??” Kiah asked.
 
“You could tone it down a little, and not be so abrasive. Fernando has done a lot for us all, and how I hear it, if it wasn’t for him you’d still be in fight town.” Ruth added.
 
Kiah scowled, “Yeah, I guess that is true.”
 
“So, maybe you should be more thankful and nicer to him.” Mae said.
 
“You mean, offer him my pussy, don’t you?” Kiah asked quietly.
 
Mae gave her a firm look, “I didn’t say that! Don’t put words in my mouth!”
 
“You could talk to him more nicely, and maybe give him a genuine thank you. Have you ever done that?” Ruth asked.
 
Kiah thought for a moment, “…Uhm, I’m not sure… I mean… I don’t think I have.”
 
“You can be thankful and show you are without giving your body to him. I mean, you like Hondo so you should be flirting with and putting effort into making him happy and not pestering Fernando, right?” Ruth asked.
 
Molly looked up at her for a moment before looking back down with a frown, of which Ruth caught.
 
“Oh, Molly! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you weren’t enough to make him happy!” Ruth exclaimed.
 
Molly shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine with him having more than one woman, I am, and I’m alright with not being woman enough.”
 
“He said you’re not woman enough?” Mae asked.
 
“Hmm? Oh, no! No, no. He always says I am, but I know I’m not. And that’s the truth. I look at my self and what I can do and my own brokenness and see what he needs for help and who he needs beside him and I just know I’m not enough. None of us are. Valentine, before she got messed up was closer to what he needed than I am, but I’m not sure even she was enough, though that’s not because I though I could fill the gaps… I honestly wonder why he took me in. I know I didn’t give him much of a choice at first, but he needed my care after he was hurt. Now, I’m not sure he does, but I feel like I need him. I’d be lost without him… I.. I can’t lose another man. I’ll gladly share him as long as I can have time and love from him, and I don’t care how many I have to share him with, as long as he’s still partly mine and I’m fully his.” Molly replied.
 
“That’s so sweet.” Mae said softly.
 
“Are you sure you’re fine with all that? Like I said earlier, I understand sharing, but… I’d not want to share with too many. I’d want him to myself a couple times a week at least! … Though maybe I could do one night a week with two night once a month at least… If it was the right man, of course.” Ruth said.
 
Molly nodded, “I get it, and I’m sure I’m fine with it. Maybe I don’t know him completely yet, but I don’t see him as having twenty women and only giving me a day or two a month or anything ridiculous like that. He has a lot of stress, though, so I don’t blame him for taking a little relief and pleasure where he can. It has to be hard for him, and I can’t always be there or available.”
 
Ruth nodded, “I guess you are right, but it’s sort of a new concept for me. We’ve always heard about men who had more than one wife, and we knew a few, but our church always said it was bad, though they never could really point out where the bible called it a sin. Some of them even had side women, but they were always slaves or some gal who worked in town, or something like that, and everyone whispered about it while acting like it wasn’t happening. Some of those who whispered loudest were doing the same thing, come to find out.”
 
Molly shrugged, “People are like that sometimes. And for the bible, I couldn’t tell you. I know a little of it, about the redeemer and all, who came to save us, but I’ve never read it all.”
 
“That sounds like an interesting story.” Mae said.
 
“It’s not just a story, its true. It happened. God became man and died and rose again for us, so if we believe our sins are forgiven and we can go to paradise when we die.” Ruth said.
 
“You mean, we don’t just die and it’s over?” April asked.
 
Molly nodded, “Yeah, from what I was told if you believe you go to heaven, if not you go to a place of punishment.”
 
“Why would God punish us, for not knowing?” Mae asked.
 
“From what I understand, its not him punishing us. He made hell, the place of punishment for the devil and his demons.” Ruth said.
 
“Th.they are real??” June asked.
 
Ruth nodded, “Yup, and because of sin we go there if we don’t accept the free gift from our savior. But God doesn’t want us there or to send us there. We can see him in nature and a lot of things, which should make us want to look for him, and if we look he says he will show us the truth. IF we reject it, we are sending ourselves to the pits of fire.”
 
“All I see is a lot of evil out there, and my d..dad used to say that book was only good for toilet paper.” Kiah said quietly.
 
“But, what kind of person was he?” April asked.
 
Kiah shot her a hard look before looked down and slumping in defeat, “You know what kind of man he was… he was an evil bastard.”
 
“So, maybe he told you wrong?” Mae suggested.
 
Kiah hugged her knees to her chest, “There was a lot he said and did wrong to me and mom… Maybe he was wrong there too.”
 
After a moment of silence Kiah changed the conversation.
 
“You think I should apologize to Fernando and thank him?” She asked.
 
Mae nodded, “I think you should.”
 
Kiah sat up a bit, “Yeah, I’ll.. I’ll tell him I’m sorry for being a smelly cunt and thank him for saving my cute ass so I can #$@! Mr. handsome someday.”
 
Mae face palmed herself and Ruth turned and raised her eyebrow at her, “Didn’t you just hear anything we talked about??”
 
Kiah nodded, “Yeah, and you’re right. I need to apologize and thank my savior for saving this sexy little #$@!ing machine!
 
There was a knock at the door about then and Kiah Jumped up.
 
“That has to be him! And I’ll tell him right now!” Kiah said.
 
“No!” Mae said as she jumped up after her.
 
Kiah opens it and is about to start something but Mae grabs and pulls her back into the camper, while April grabs the door before it closes and June walks up to the open door with a large paper bag of food. Fernando puts the bag into his pull cart before getting up and looking at her.  
 
“Thank you for all your hard work. Call me if you need anything. I’ll see what I can do to help.” Fernando tells them, though June was directly in the doorway to receive it all.  
 
June was too shy to think of anything to say before he left, so as he walks away, she shuts the door.
 
“Let me go!” Kiah growls at Mae.
 
Mae let her go as the door shut, “Fine!”
 
Kiah marches to the door and opens it, but finds Fernando was long gone so she slams it.
 
“Why did you do that?! Why did you stop me?! I was going to apologize and thank him!!” Kiah exclaimed angrily.
 
“Because you were going to say things to piss him off!” Mae exclaimed.
 
Like what?!” Kiah demanded.
 
“Like sorry for being a smelly cunt and thanking him for saving your sexy ass, and such!” Mae exclaimed.
 
“I wouldn’t have said that!” Kiah exclaimed.
 
“You just said it before he knocked on the door!” Mae retorted.
 
“That doesn’t mean I would have said it that way to him?!” Kiah argued.
 
“What in your track record makes me believe you wouldn’t have said exactly that to him?!” Mae yelled back.
 
Kiah started to say something but stopped, looking at April and June as well, but they both looked down.
 
“Doesn’t anyone trust me? Even a little??” She asked.
 
June just shrugged, and April said nothing.
 
“Kiah, we can’t.” Mae said.
 
“Really?? Come-on June? April? You both too??” Kiah asked sounding a bit desperate.
 
June just shrugged again.
 
“Well, you are really mean to me sometimes, and you get us in trouble.” April said quietly.
 
Kiah slumped back onto the couch, “But… I thought we were sisters and.. and trusted each other?”
 
Mae frowned, “Do you really trust us?”
 
Kiah looked up at her and opened her mouth to argue but closed it again.
 
After a moment of uncomfortable silence Ruth Spoke up, “Uhm, why don’t you girls grab your food and go rest in your campers for a bit. I’ll get stuff started and you can come back in a couple hours to help for a bit. It’s been a long day for everyone.”
 
Mae nodded, “Yeah, sounds good. Thanks.”
 
As they started to grab their food, April looked over at Kiah who sat plopped on the couch.
 
“You coming, Kiah?” April asked.
 
“I don’t want to go where I’m not wanted.” Kiah said quietly.
 
Mae frowned, “You’re wanted, you know that, so stop pouting.”
 
Kiah glanced up at her with an angry look, “Wanted by those who don’t trust me? Tell me another story.”
 
Mae frowned at her reply. She did not mean to hurt Kiah but she feared what Fernando would do to them if Kiah kept annoying him. She knew she did not mean to, but at the same time she seemed to not be able to help herself, and the risk was not one Mae wanted to take. She felt bad, as if she was betraying Kiah, after all she had taken for them, but Kiah’s attitude was a plus as a bunny girl, but a negative for them in this new life.
 
“You can stay if you want to, Kiah.” Molly offered.
 
Kiah nodded, “I’d like to… thanks.”
 
Kiah then turned to Mae, “See? I can thank someone without being inappropriate or ob-boxcilous.”
 
Mae frowned and turned to the door, with the other girls following her, leave Kiah to sit with Maggie, Molly, and Ruth.
 
As the former bunny girls leave, Molly called Macey and Zoey out, so they could eat at the table. The girls ran out, quickly and dove for the table, sitting and ready to eat before Ruth and Molly could sit their food in front of them.
 
“Sorry for the wait.” Ruth said.
 
“It’s okay, Miss Ruth. Thank you!” Zoey said.
 
Macey just started into eating but Zoey cleared her throat and gave Macey a look. Macey looked up at her with a questioning squint, and Zoey nodded at Ruth. It took a moment, but it dawned on her what Zoey was pushing.
 
Macey half swallowed her food, and spoke while chewing the rest.
 
“Fanks Miff Roof.” She said quietly through her half-chewed food.
 
“You both are welcome,” Ruth replied, adding. “But we shouldn’t talk with our mouths full, its not polite.”
 
Macey frowned and swallowed quickly.
 
“Sorry.” She muttered.
 
“It’s alright. I’m not trying to embarrass you. Just trying to help.” Ruth said.
 
“Thank you, Miss Ruth. We know you just want to help. Papa says you are a great help and he and Uncle Fernando don’t know what they’d do without you!” Zoey replied.
 
Ruth blushed, “Well, I just try to do what I can.”
 
Molly walked over and put a hand on her arm, “You do a lot, Ruth, and we all see it. Thank you. I should thank you too for watching out for them and helping them with their manners. Mine probably need some work too, honestly. And I should have corrected them so you didn’t have to. I’ve only started to realize how neglectful I’ve been in picking up some of the duties Valentine dropped on Hondo, like watching the girls and helping them learn and grow. Thank you for helping with that.”
 
Ruth shook her head, “Don’t worry about it. It will take time, and no one expects you to be Valentine. We all help as we can, and try to fill in where there are gaps.”
 
“I know I’m not her, and sometimes I wish I was, not in her current state that is, but the one before all of that. The one Fernando and Hondo trusted, the one who got things done, the one who they leaned on. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to be all that, but I want to be, For Hondo, for his girls, and for Fernando and his daughter. I owe them both a lot.” Molly said with a frown.
 
“It’s okay, Molly.” Zoey piped in. “If Papa loves and trusts you, then I love and trust you too!”
 
Molly smiled softly, “Thank you, sweetheart. That means a lot to me.
 
Macey shrugged but didn’t look up from her meal, “You’re not Aunt Val, but I guess your okay.”
 
Ruth and Molly both chuckled.
 
“Heh, I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you, Macey.” Molly said.
 
As the girls finished up, Molly tried to offer Kiah some food but she said she was not hungry. Ruth tried too, but Kiah did not look at her, and just shook her head. Molly shrugged as Ruth looked at her, as there was nothing they could do right now, as Kiah was just hurting too much at the moment.
 
As the girls finished up, Molly, Maggie, and Ruth grabbed their food and began to eat, leaving Kiah to her thoughts.
 
Kiah’s thoughts were in turmoil, as they jumbled in her mine and screamed in her ears. She had not felt so alone in a long time, nor had such a hard time blocking her memories out. Over the years she had carefully blocked thoughts and memories as they came, one at a time, hiding behind her façades, and keeping people at arm’s length emotionally speaking. Other than Billy and Luna, Mae had been the first who she had let in. Mae had always tried to mother the girls, acting like she was somehow above them all, and it annoyed Kiah at times. But at times she had appreciated it as well, as her advice and kind words made her feel cared for. She had tried to spare the girls, the ones she called sisters, pain, taking on the harder, more dangerous clients if she could, and it had cost her dearly at times. The cost she felt was worth it, and if she died in the process, she figured maybe if there was some almighty being that created and ruled all, maybe giving her life to spare one of the others would atone for her worthless existence. All these thoughts and memories seemed to flood her mind now and she worked to hold them back and rebuild the mental dams, as she feared losing and exposing herself to all for what she was. She fought her own mind, and fought to pull her façade back into place, as she thought though many hated how she acted, they would hate the real her more. She did not want to lose, to fall apart, to expose who she was now, not when she felt so close to actually finding life outside of the pain, suffering, and hopelessness she had lived in for most of her life. With feeling that the other girls had turned their backs on her, it made it worse. They were the only family she ever felt she had, or had mattered to her, besides Billy and Luna, but even they left her. Billy was angry that Kiah would trust Mae about some savior, as it had to be a lie. Bille said that no one would save worthless little whores like them, but Mae seemed so sure and Kiah was not sure how much longer she could last if they did not escape. The mental and physical pain had gotten almost too hard to smile through, and her will to live had been dying. She might have looked fine on the outside, but her body hurt from all it had been subjected to. She wanted it to end many times, but her hatred of suicide stilled her hand from ending it herself. A rescue seemed like a fairy tale, but someone was actually there to pick them up, and the one that took them to their new home and put them up in his own camper was this big, handsome cowboy. On top of that, this dark haired, mysterious medic, of whom she could not deny was handsome too, though she and Mae had a difference of opinions on which was more handsome, he gave them medicine, and within a few days the pain lessened so much physically. Now it was practically gone, but the pain in her head grew worse, as the pain in her body no longer helped take her mind off her past. Back then she had no hope either, and now she had it but it seemed to flicker like a flame of a candle in the wind, at times glowing brightly and at times dimming to the point where one was sure it would be extinguished. As she sat there, she was sure the flame would be extinguished, as she was not sure how much more she could take.  
 
The girls soon finished their meals and retreated back into Hondo’s bedroom to watch the moving picture shows again, and shortly after a sleepy looking Tonya stumbled out, still in just her tank top and white bikini-cut panties.
 
“I thought you were still asleep.” Molly said.
 
Tonya looked at her grouchily, though she did not mean to, “Zoey got her energy back after eating and was sitting there bouncing! … *Sigh* … She doesn’t do great cooped up. She tries, but she needs to run around.”
 
“It’s too dangerous out there for that, especially with Hondo gone.” Ruth said.
 
Tonya nodded, “Yeah, I know. Which is why I didn’t get after her, but I wasn’t going to get any sleep until she settles down some too. So figured, I’d come get some lunch.”
 
“Oh! Of course! Sit down and eat. Other than Valentine and her sister, you’re the last one.” Ruth said as she set food out on the table.
 
“Thanks.” Tonya said sleepily as she sat down.
 
“You feeling any better?” Molly asked.
 
Tonya shrugged, “I don’t know… Still tired, but the storms gone, so I guess that’s good.”
 
“I’m sorry I didn’t come sit with you sooner.” Molly replied.
 
Tonya shrugged, “Eh, it’s alright. I appreciated it, but you don’t owe me it. I just feel stupid for freaking out so much during storms. It’s like I can’t control it at all.”
 
“We all have those things. And I don’t mind… I know I’m not Valentine, but I want to be your friend. I love Hondo very much and just want to be a part of all of your lives, if you’ll let me.” Molly replied.
 
Tonya took a bite and finished chewing before replying, “It’s alright, and I appreciate all you’ve done for Papa, I really do… I’d like to be friends, I guess, but… *sigh* … I don’t know. Between what val did to me, how she made me feel, and everything that happened with Hector, and… you know… I just don’t know what to feel right now. I’m sorry. You’ve been nice to Papa, Zoey, and Me, and I know I’ve not treated you the best at times, but… “
 
“You’re just feeling vulnerable and trying to be protective of Zoey and Hondo, I understand that, and I appreciate that. But I’m not your enemy, I hope you know that.” Molly replied.
 
Tonya nodded, “I do, but know if you ever become my enemy, if you ever hurt either of them, I’ll take you out before Uncle Fernando even knows what you did, and trust me, that guy knows shit about you that you have no clue about. He scares me to death at times, but for some reason he cares… I don’t know why he does, but he does.”
 
Molly nodded, “You are right and I don’t blame you. I never want to hurt any of you and if I do, then end me so Hondo doesn’t have to. I never want to put him through what Valentine had, and rather have you end me before that happens.”
 
“Then we have an understanding… I know I hurt him too, so I’ll try not to judge too harshly, but if I start to mess up again… Well, maybe I can trust you to take me down a notch. Maybe if we watch each other we’ll be less likely to mess up.” Tonya replied.
 
Molly nodded, “Maybe so.”
 
“Oh, and Molly, uhm, your not my mother.” Tonya added.
 
Molly frowned a bit but nodded, “I know.”
 
“Then don’t act like it, please. I would like to be friends, for Papa’s sake, but I don’t need another mother. The last one didn’t work out so well, and I’d rather just not have one as opposed to having that again.” She replied.
 
Molly nodded again, “I can understand that, and I’m sorry for all you’ve gone through.”
 
Tonya just shrugged and went back to her meal.
 
A few minutes later the door opened again, and in Maria V came with Valentine following her.
 
“Damn, did that temp drop! Burr!” Maria V. exclaimed.
 
Valentine did not say anything, but stood with her arms wrapped around herself, shivering, as all she had on was jeans, t-shirt, and a light over shirt, as was the older Valentine but she was not shivering. Had Valentine not appeared so mopey, it would have been hard to tell the two apart, aside from the scar on the older Valentine's face.
 
“Where is your Jacket, Val?” Ruth asked.
 
“She left most of her heavy clothes in the coat closet, as she didn’t think she’d need them. I’d be freezing too, except I had a clean pair of coveralls I’m wearing under my clothes!” Maria V. said as she unbuttoned her over-shirt and lifted her t-shirt to show the canvas coveralls underneath.
 
“Uhm, you two should sit and we’ll grab you some food.” Ruth said.
 
Molly walked up to Valentine, who stood shivering, “Uhm, you could have came and grabbed your coat, Val.”
 
Valentine looked down, “I d.d.didn’t w.want to b.bother anyone.”
 
Molly frowned and grabbed a warm blanket from the shelf over the recliner and walked back to Valentine and put it over her shoulders.
 
“That should help.” Molly said.
 
“Th.thanks.” Valentine said, the shivers starting to lessen quickly with the blanket over her now.
 
Valentine looked around a bit and noticed Tonya sitting at the table, seeming to ignore her.
 
“T.tonya?” She called out softly.
 
Tonya did not look at her, but remained looking at her food, though she stopped eating for the moment.  
 
Valentine sat down across from her, and gave her a sad, longing look.
 
“Tonya, P.please.. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what I said to you, how I lashed out at you. I k.k.know it doesn’t seem like it, but I l.love you, and I’m so sorry for the hurt I caused.” Valentine pleaded softly.
 
Tonya looked up slowly, giving her a hard look, “You think sorry covers it??”
 
“Tonya, I ..” Valentine started to say but Tonya cut her off.
 
“No, Val! Sorry doesn’t cover it! I could forgive what you did to me, maybe, but you have no idea what happened after, what you drove me to do, who’s arms you drove me to, and the lies they put in my head. I was wrong for believing them, but I’d never heard them if you hadn’t drove me away. On top of that you hurt papa and then I did, because of the lies I believed. I am having a hard time forgiving myself for what I did and maybe I should be more forgiving of you because of that, but I can’t be. I can’t forgive you for hurting papa, Zoey, Uncle Fernando, or even Molly. No, I don’t want to hear a sorry from you until Papa can forgive you. When he does, I’ll think about it.” Tonya said coldly.  
 
She stood up and grabbed the rest of her food, “I’m going to go eat in the bedroom.”
 
Valentine slumped in her seat as Tonya left, her words piercing her heart and soul. She had tried and struck out with everyone but Zoey so far, and it was almost more despair than she could take.  
 
Some raised voices from the bedroom were heard,  
 
“Moma’s here?! I want to go see her!”
 
“No, not unless Papa is here.”
 
“But, why?!”
 
“I don’t trust her.”
 
“But it’s Moma! She won’t hurt us.”
 
“She did once before, so not until Papa is here!”
 
“Awww.”
 
“Is Aunt Val alright?”
 
“Does it matter? Didn’t seem to matter to her if we were alright for a while.”
 
“That’s not true! Moma loves us!”
 
“It’s all my fault… She’d not have been hurt if I hadn’t teased Zoey…”
 
“Don’t blame yourself. She’s an adult and should know better, but she’s just too selfish.”
 
“Shh! Not so loud! We don’t want Mama to hear and have her feelings hurt!”
 
As the voices quieted down, Molly sat down across from Valentine and gave her a worried look.
 
“Are you going to be alright?” Molly asked.
 
Valentine shook her head, “I don’t know… I messed up so badly, I’m not sure they will ever forgive me. I love them so much, and yet I did all this… Tonya is right… I can’t be trusted or forgiven after that.”
 
“They will forgive you, just give them time. You hurt them a lot, so it’s not going to be easy for them to get over. The trust part might take longer, but it will come back in time.” Molly replied.
 
Valentine looked up, “I hurt you too, and.. and I know it doesn’t seem to be worth anythin’, but I am sorry. I’m sorry for what I did and said to you, and to the girls, and to Hondo… I’m sorry and before you tell me to shove it, please know I’m thankful for you bein’ good to him and the girls, and lovin’ him.”
 
Molly looked down for a moment before looking back up at her, “I.. I forgive you.”
 
Valentine just stared at her, like what she had said was foreign to her.
 
“You.. you what?” Valentine asked.
 
“I forgive you.” Molly repeated.
 
“But.. how? Why??” Valentine asked.
 
Molly looked down again, “It’s not easy to forgive what you did to Hondo and the girls, but what you did to me I can easily forgive. The rest I forgive but I can’t forget it.”
 
Valentine looked down sadly, “Oh… I, uh.. I understand.”
 
Molly looked back up, “I’m not sure you do.”
 
Valentine looked back up at her, “Then please, please help me understand.”
 
“*sigh* … I know we all mess up at times, none of us are perfect, but what you did… I have a hard time fathoming. I love Hondo and I care deeply about those girls. You had so much and you threw it away as opposed to letting them help you.” Molly said.
 
“I.. I couldn’t.. couldn’t control the hurt, the fear, and the anger and I just.. just… I don’t even know why I did it… I hate myself for what I’ve done! Why.. why can’t anyone see that I hate that I did that… It wasn’t me there, I.. I wasn’t me.” Valentine answered sadly.
 
“I know how that feels.” A voice said quietly from the couch.
 
The looked over at Kiah who sat there, her knees up to her chest again, and she was seeming to stare through them.
 
“What?” Valentine asked softly.
 
Kiah glanced up at her, “I know what it feels like to not be yourself, to do things you don’t like or want to do, to act ways you know will piss people off and make them not like you, but feel like you can’t help it… I’ve lived most of my life there… I hate it… I hate me… But.. but I’m more scared of showing everyone how weak, stupid, and broken I am, so I let the other me run the show. I hate her so much, but she keeps me alive. She made me smile where there was nothing to smile about, made me flaunt my body when I didn’t feel sexy, made me say and to things to make customer want me, though all I wanted to do was run away… She might have saved me, but I hate who she is.”
 
“Uhm, are you saying like there’s two people in you, or something?” Molly asked.
 
Kiah glanced at her then looked back at her knees, “If it were that simple… I don’t know. I just seem to do and say and act instinctively sometimes, almost like something is trying to protect me, protect me from being exposed for the useless, pathetic throw-away I am. I don’t understand it, and I often can’t control it, unless I’m just.. just depressed and feel like I’m at my end… Sometimes I can snap out of it when something that really matters to me happens, like when Val tried to off herself… I hate suicide so much… It’s taken too many friends, girls I cared about from me… Maybe it is all me, somehow, but I’m too proud or scared to admit I’m so… so worthless… I think Val might have gone through the same… I wish I could say it’s not your fault or you can control it, but whatever you did, it’s your fault If you were in control or not, and if you can find a way to control it, let me know. I want to control it, but… feeling like this to make it happen scares me too much. I’ll never get that cowboy to love me like I am, so how would he love me for what’s under it all? … pretty pathetic, huh?”
 
Some of what was said resonated with everyone in there. Ruth felt worse for being so hard on Kiah and felt bad for her that her and the others were not getting along. Maggie understood the fear, and feelings of being useless and she sat down in the recliner to quietly ponder on what she could do better. Molly wondered what she could to help ease their pains, and fight her own fears of not being enough.
 
 Valentine, though she realized she was not alone, felt a bit more despair, as she feared that bitch in herself rearing its head again if she could not figure out how to control it. Kiah’s words also drove home, further, the point that everything she had done was on her. She could not blame what the lab did to her, her not being rescued, or any of it for what had happened. What she did was all from within her, and it grieved her that she had caused so much pain to those she loved.
 
 
“Then, if it was all me… How can I be forgiven for that?” Valentine asked softly.
 
 
Kiah shook her head, “Don’t ask me.”
 
Molly looked down again, “Listen, I don’t know how, honestly, but you have to forgive yourself, Val. You have to forgive yourself and work at getting them to forgive you.”
 
“And you?” Valentine asked.
 
“Me? You mean, do I really forgive you?” Molly asked
 
Valentine nodded.
 
“Yeah, I do, but like I said, I won’t forget it.” Molly replied softly.
 
“So, what does that mean? Should I stay away from Hondo and the girls?” She asked quietly.
 
Molly thought for a moment before shaking her head, “… No, but it doesn’t mean I’m giving you free reign of them either.”
 
Valentine looked at her questioningly, “Then what?”
 
“*sigh* … I’m not exactly sure yet, but… Listen, Hondo is my mate now, understand? I’m willing to share him for his good, but selfishly I’d keep him to myself, if I thought I was enough. He says I am, but I know I’m not. You are not either, especially like this. Though I’ll share him with whoever he wishes, and I believe that will be at least with you, if not others, but I’m not just standing aside for you either. He’s MINE to protect, understand? I might not be good for a lot, but I WILL protect him. He works so hard to protect us all, as does Fernando, and I want to give back. I’ll help Fernando as I can, but as my man I will try to protect Hondo with my life, and that may even mean from himself and his choices at times. As a woman I have no right to tell him no on who he wants, but I will do my best to see that they know their place and how to treat him. That means you too.” Molly said seriously.
 
“But.. but I know him and been with him before so..” Valentine said but did not finish as Molly cut her off again.
 
“And you failed! So, you obviously don’t know how to do it right. I also know where you come from, Val. I know about your sister here too, and how she treated her family.” Molly said.
 
The older Valentine, Maria, turned away and pretended to stare out the window as if she didn’t hear anything, as Ruth stared at her, wanting to ask what that was, as something was off about her that bothered Ruth to her core, but it was not her place so she did not push.
 
Molly Continued, “I know I mess up at times, and I’ve not shown Hondo the trust he deserves, but that stops today. I am determined to do better for him, and if he wants you back and you are willing to change I’m going to teach you how to treat and serve him.”
 
“Like a slave?” Valentine asked.
 
( To be continued ...)

Not far from a Junk Town, and it’s associated pile, on the east side of No-Mans-Land, in a clearing in the middle of a forested area, rumored to be inhabited by skin walkers and feral wessen, sat a normally uninhabited cave, with a stream running past it. Though normally uninhabited, it had been inhabited lately, as an army looking truck, a couple Jeeps, some dirt bikes, and another SUV sat in front of it, and a large white tent sat off to the side of it. Inside the cave some cots were setup, along with a field mess kitchen, and a radio station, with the antenna wire running up to a makeshift field antenna, hung from a small tree that grew above the cave. All the inhabitants, except one, were dressed in para-military style uniforms and carried weapons, each a handgun and knife on their belts and either a rifle or a shotgun of various makes and models.  
 
Of the group, one sat at the radio station listening at a set of headphones, looking at indicators on various radios, and occasionally flipping switches as they changed radios or channels as they listened in to local traffic, while also seeming to listen for communications directed at them. Another of the group stood over a gas fueled stove top, tasting a few items that were cooking while another sat at a folding table with a cutting board on it, slicing up various food items in preparation for cooking. Of the others, one stood watch up on the knoll above the cave with binoculars and a hand-held radio, three stood guard outside of the white tent, and the others milled about, taking turns in resting and patrolling the area. The one at the radio, a feline wessen, looked bored at the moment, but a light on the face of one of the radio’s lighting up caught their attention and they switched channels and pressed the headphone tighter against one ear, as if listening more attentively at the moment. They sat up more straightly as they listened, seeming more interested in what they hear now. They grabbed their note pad and scribbled down a message, before pressing the button on the stationary microphone and replying.
 
“Grey Guardian one Here. Over…. Message understood. The Grey Liberator is standing by to receive you. Over….. Understood. Over and Out.” The radio operator replied before scribbling down a few more things and calling to one of the others. “Larry! Message came through.”
 
A burly looking canine wessen trotted over to the radio operator, “What is it, Sam?”
 
“It’s that Junk pile master, who is suppose to meet up with the boss to talk terms. He’s about ten to fifteen minutes out. They are in a green, 4 door pickup-truck, with machine gun in the bed, and have three outriders, a scout on a dirt bike and two escorts on motorcycles.” Sam replied, handing the note out to the canine wessen.
 
“Can’t take it to the boss yourself? What, your legs don’t work anymore, or youse being a pussy as youse think the boss will #$@! you and #$@! youse up like he did with Sheska?” Larry said, grinning a bit evilly.
 
Sam glared and snarled angrily under her breath, “I’m not afraid of him.”
 
“What’s that youse say, scaredy-cat?” Larry asked, as he grabbed the note from her.
 
“You know I can't leave the the radio! Boss's orders. And I said I'm NOT Afraid of him!” Sam replied back more loudly.
 
Larry shook his head, “Not too smart then, as he has a hunger for women to #$@! and cut on, they say, especially small ones like youse!”
 
Sam scowled, “I might have a small ass and a flat chest, but he only likes them like that if they are under fourteen. Anything older has to have tits, and he generally doesn’t like them to be over twenty, unless he’s failed to break them before, like Sheska. I’m twenty-eight and never had the displeasure before of his marbles and twig!”
 
“Ho, ho ho! You’re a fiery little puddy-cat, Samantha!” Larry chuckled.
 
“It’s Sam! You know I hate my full name, Laurence.” Sam replied almost hissing, though she smiled a bit at the end.
 
“You know I could eat youse in a single bite, kitty-cat?” He said, patronizingly.
 
“And I’d scratch the whole way down and poke that belly of yours so full of holes, you’d wish you’d never heard of me.” She replied coolly.
 
Larry chuckled, “Heh! I like my pussy’s with some fire in them, even if they are attached to a cat woman!  ... You’re alright Sam. I won’t chase youse up any trees… At least for today.”
 
Sam just scowled and turned back to her radio, pulling her headphones back on and hoping he would go away.
 
Larry stood there a bit longer before chuckling and shaking his head again. He walked around the army truck and over to the tent, calling out as he approached.
 
“Hey Max! Got a message for the boss!” He called out.
 
“It’s Maxine, Larry! You know I hate that nickname,” a smaller, yet curvy canine woman said as she turned to him with a scowl.
 
“What is it with youse women? Don’t like your name, don’t like your nickname… How about youse make up your minds, eh?” He asked as she approached.
 
“Hmph!” Maxine snorted as he handed her the message. “And why do I have to give the boss the message? Is it bad news?? You are always so eager to take every excuse to make yourself known to him, and you aren’t now??”
 
Larry waved her off, “Eh, that ain’t true! I’m ain’t no suck up! But I have my reasons for sending you in.”
 
“So, it’s bad news?” She asked.
 
“Eh, have I ever made youse deliver bad news?” He said.
 
She scowled at him, “No, but you didn’t say it wasn’t.”
 
“I didn’t say it was either.” Larry retorted.
 
Maxine shook her head, “If it’s bad news, I’m not delivering it!”
 
Larry scowled at her, “Eh, now. Sheska made me boss under her, and she’s not here so, you’re suppose to do what I say! … or would youse have me report to the boss and the Lady that you’re not being a good little soldier like you promised?”
 
“You’d not do that to me, would you?” She said, as she stepped up to him and rubbed her arm. “You know what they would do to me. You know what the alternative that was given this or… you know.
 
“I don’t know.” Larry said. “Maybe I know and maybe I don’t. What’s it worth to youse?”
 
Maxine frowned a bit, before getting closer so she could whisper, “She threatened to take your nuts once too, I heard, and make you be a boy-toy for her dom gay clients. True or not, you’d not want that spread around, I think.”
 
Larry stepped back quickly and shot her a look, “Who told youse that?!”
 
She smiled, “So it’s true, then.”
 
“You open your mouth, and so help me…” He growled.
 
“Listen, I’ll keep quiet, but don’t #$@! me over, understand??” She hissed.
 
 “*sigh*… fine… I’ll not #$@! you over, but…” He paused as he looked her up and down, “I’d not mind #$@!ing youse, as that ass is just.. damn, girl!”
 
She gave him a sultry grin, “I might could go for that, as long as you’re packing more than just that muscle, big boy.”
 
He grinned at her, “Oh, I’m packing alright, and this long tongue of mine ain’t just for panting, sweet-buns.”
 
She smiled, “Then, I’ll let you show me what you got tonight, as long as you aren’t #$@!ing me over with this delivery.”
 
“I swear I’m not #$@!ing youse over.” Larry replied.
 
She sighed and then nodded, “Alright. I’ll take it to him… sir.”
 
He grinned big, “Now, I like to hear that!”
 
She gave him a sultry smile, before turning and walking away, putting a little extra swish in her hips and tail for him.
 
He grinned as he watched, but he quickly looked around after a second, looking for some of the others, seeing only two close by.
 
“Bernie! Frankie! Hey!” He whispered yelled, waving at them and pointing at Maxine.
 
They trotted over quickly, and he whispered loudly again, “Watch this!”
 
Maxine called out at the door and then stepped after a voice told her to enter. She half froze at the entrance, half in and half out, before entering.  
 
“Is the boss getting busy again?” Frankie asked.
 
“Youse know it, and I don’t want to see it or her like that again!” Larry said.
 
Bernie nodded, “I get that! Sheska’s a scary bitch when fighting, but to see that scarred up ass of hers and her being so subservient like that… that just gives me the shrinky-winky!”  
 
“Shrinky-winky! Ha ha!” Frankie laughed.
 
Larry raised an eyebrow at Bernie, “Shrinker than the bosses?”
 
“Hell, no! It might get shrinky, but you can still see it without a magnifying glass!” Bernie retorted, which sent Frankie into laughing again.
 
A few minutes later, a blushing, wide-eyed Maxine popped out and after a minute, turned and scowled at the laughing men.  
 
She stomped over after a minute and whispered hoarsely at them, “You think that’s funny?!”
 
“Oh, settle down.” Larry replied.
 
Maxine scowled harder, “You said you wouldn’t #$@! me over!”
 
He grinned and shook his head, “And I didn’t! Hell, we’ve all seen that, girl. It was just your turn! Hehe!”
 
She shook her head, “It’s not funny… Maybe it wasn’t #$@!ing me over but still… Did you know Sheska was so cut up??”
 
Larry nodded, “heh.. yeah, I’ve known it for a while. Stumbled across her bathing in a creek on a job not too long ago. She saw me staring and we had a chat about it later. She’s a scary bitch at times, but she got drunk before she told me all about what happened and how he tried to break her, and it scared me shitless! Not sure if it was how cruel the bastard was to her, or to hear her talk and sound so broken and hollow.”
 
“Damn.” Bernie said, shaking his head.
 
“Who did it to her?” Maxine asked.
 
“Who do youse think?” Larry asked.
 
Maxine shook her head.
 
“The boss did, Max. The boss!” Frankie said.
 
“Really??” She asked, her eyes growing wide.
 
“Don’t tell me you’ve not heard the rumors.” Bernie replied.
 
“I’ve heard them, but I thought it was all gossip, you know, soldier talk.” She replied.
 
“It’s all true, Max, and we ain’t soldiers.” Larry replied.
 
It’s Maxine!” She growled, before looking down nervously, “… How.. How many of the rumors are true?”
 
Larry shrugged, “I don’t know… Most of them, seems like. A few are too tame. He likes breaking young wessen women slowly, though what he does to them is a lot kinder than what he does to human and half-breeds.”
 
She swallowed hard and shook her head.
 
“So, you ever seen a pecker that small?” Frankie asked, trying to lighten the conversation.
 
Maxine shrugged, “I’ve heard it was small but it looks average to me.”
 
“Must be fully erect then! Ha ha!” Bernie added, before laughing at his own come-back.
 
Maxine shook her head, “Boys…”
 
Larry gave her a grin, “If youse think that’s normal, I’ve got a surprise for youse tonight!”
 
Maxine gave him a sharp look, “After all that??”
 
Larry shrugged, “I didn’t #$@! youse over.”
 
She stared at him for a moment, before giving him a soft smile, “Well, that was mean still, but I guess you didn’t. I could be a mean bitch and tell you to go #$@! yourself, but rather be a mean bitch to you tonight.”
 
“OOOOooooo!” Both Frankie and Bernie taunted.
 
Larry scowled at them, “Grow up, Boys, and the show’s over, so if youse don’t have anything else to do, I can find something for youse.”
 
Both Larry and Bernie got serious looks and looked around them before muttering about having things to do and heading off quickly.
 
Larry shook his head and turned back to her, “Immature, assholes, eh?”
 
Maxine grinned and shook her head, “Good thing I like immature assholes, or you’d be right out! Now, I have to get back before the boss finds out I’m gone from my post, and starts cutting on me!”
 
“I’d not let him do that to youse.” Larry said seriously.
 
“Oh, going to be this bad bitch’s guard dog, now? I like that… See you tonight, Laurence.” She said, before turning and heading back to her post, swishing her hips again for him.
 
Larry watched her go for a bit and smiled to himself, “Damn.. that girl is fine.”
 
,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-
 
A while later a dirt bike pulled into the camp, and Frankie stopped them at gun point. Larry trotted over and after a brief conversation, Frankie lowered his gun and the wessen on the dirt bike clicked a button on his side that activated the transmit on his radio, and spoke into the headset, giving the all-clear. A minute later a four-door green Chevy pickup, with machine gun tripod in the back and with a gunner harnessed to the headache-rack to keep upright and at his gun, pulled in, proceeded and followed by a motorcycle.  
 
As the truck stopped, one motorcyclist swung to the passenger side door and the other pulled off a bit further, parking their motorcycle and hopping off, as the pulled an Uzi from a scabbard and held it, looking into the forest for possible hostiles. The other grabbed their gun as well, a hunting rifle with an extended magazine, before trotting over to the back-passenger side door and opening it. A large feline wessen stepped out, dressed in a military type dress-uniform. Though he was a feline wessen he was no Klaustreich or the like, it was hard to tell what he was, though it seemed like a mix of Lowen, Mauvais Dentes (due to his long canine teeth), Weten Ogen, and/or Yaguarate. He was big, though, with sharp teeth and a powerful body. His yellow eyes seemed to pierce through you, and his swishing tail and wary posture made him seem like he was ready to pounce at any given moment.
 
“Where is he? Where is Hector??” He said, his low growling voice sending shivers through all those around. “Does he dare insult me, by not greeting me?!”
 
Larry stepped up, with Maxine following slightly behind him and off to his right.
 
“Sir, the Grey Liberator means no disrespect, but he is in the middle of someone at the moment, and cannot come out.” Larry replied firmly, as he stood tall and looked straight towards him yet not directly into his eyes, as he tried to maintain a posture of being fearless.
 
“Oh, stop with this Grey Liberator nonsense! The fool commoner scum might be tricked by such rhetoric, but I am not!! And this something he is in the middle of, it is more important than our meeting?!” He bellowed.
 
“Uhm, N.no, sir, but it’s not a something its.. Well, Uhm, we are to escort you to his tent where he is ready to meet you, sir.” Larry replied, his demeanor faltering a bit as he replied.
 
“Then show me the way, dog!” The large feline wessen bellowed loudly.
 
“Uhm y.yes sir, I uhm…” Larry replied, pausing a bit as he was feeling flustered.
 
“Sir, I have orders to escort you to see Senor Hector, and if you’ll follow me, sir, I will take you to him immediately.” Maxine said quickly, yet calmly, covering for Larry.
 
The large cat wessen grinned at her slightly, but it was not one of content, but one of hunger. “You look like a tasty little treat, girl. Take me to him quickly, lest I gobble you up, and spit out the bones before you have time to think about fleeing!”
 
She nodded, “Yes sir! Follow me.”
 
She turned and headed quickly to the tent, and the feline wessen followed her. Maxine was not a short woman, but even as she trotted towards the tent, the tall, large feline wessen seemed to walk along leisurely behind her, even seeming to slow his steps at time, as they were so large that her fast paced walk was no match for his easy, lumbering strides. As she reached the tent she opened the door flap and held it open for him.
 
“Sir, The Master of Scrap-Haven is here to see you!” She said.
 
“Send him in!” Hector called out, though he was entering as Hector replied.
 
“AH, Senor Andreas McTavish! At last me meet!” Hector said as the feline wessen entered.
 
Andreas frowned a bit as the sight before him. Hector lounged back on a red velvet divan, naked except for an open grey shirt he wore and the scarred up fox woman who suckled on his penis.  
 
Hector waved at the couch that sat perpendicular to him, “Please, Senor, make you comfortable! Mi Casa es su casa, Mi Amigo!”
 
The feline wessen looked at the larger, plush couch and eased himself down onto it.
 
“Are you expecting me to be impressed by a furnished tent and your ability to command some bitch to suck you off, obediently in front of company?! I have a mansion filled with female servants who would beg to let me #$@! them to death, and many more pile slaves and water-girls of which I can use or kill at my whim, so why should I be impressed with this??? ” He asked angrily.
 
“No, Senor, you have Hector wrong. Mi modest Casa is not to impressionar, y the feo prostituta sucking on Hector’s pene is because she dare question Hector, y this is her castigo, er punishment.” Hector replied in his normal, easy salesman way.
 
“Hmph, well it’s rude to have a guest and be the only one being pleasured!” Andres replied sourly.
 
Sinto muito, that is my apologies. I have hembras in my servant guards, the Grey Guardians, and if any of them please you…” Hector paused, giving him a sly, knowing grin.
 
Andreas Smiled wickedly, “That little bitch that showed me in would do nicely. I have a thing for showing canines their place!”
 
Hector grinned and nodded, “Of Course, senor. Hector understand… Guardian Maxine!”
 
Maxine came in at the calling of her name, “Yes boss?”
 
Andreas took off his army green colored suit jacket as Hector waved her in, “Come.”
 
She took a few steps in, “Yes sir?”
 
She looked at the nervously, as the big feline wessen seemed to look at her hungrily and Hector grinned evilly.
 
“You are to be Senor McTavishe’s guest and make his pene feel good.” Hector said.
 
Maxine shook her head, “Sir, I don’t think..
 
“Puta!” Hector bellowed, “You will do as Hector say, and Hector say you will pleasure the senor as he wants, now!”
 
Maxine shook her head and started to turn away, “No, sir, I will… HEY!!!”
 
Maxine shouted as the large feline grabbed her arm, “Let me go! *Smack*  AHH.. Grrrk!”
 
The large feline smacked her across the face and as she cried out he grabbed her throat and chocked her.
 
“The little bitch will comply or I’ll snap her neck! … Understand, little bitch!” He growled, squeezing her neck more tightly.
 
She started to turn red as she stared at him, not wanting to agree but as he tightened his grip again and her vision started to fade, she nodded quickly.
 
Good!” He said as he let go and she fell to the floor chocking.
 
“Strip bitch!” He said as he started to unbutton his shirt.  
 
She said nothing but continued to cough and gasp as she knelt down on her hands and knees.  
 
“Oooph!! GAHH!” She groaned as he kicked her in the guts.
 
“I said STRIP!” He bellowed.
 
She gasped for breath as she scrambled to the couch, to use it to pull herself up, and started quickly taking off her clothes.  
 
He took his pants off and sat down, spread legged on the couch, allowing his long, different looking, hardening member to dangle down and over the edge of the couch.
 
“Hurry up, you slow bitch, and start sucking!” He growled.
 
She shimmied out of her pants and half fell to the floor again before quickly crawling over and started sucking on his member.
 
“There’s a good little bitch. Now suck it well or I’ll you’ll regret it!” He said with a grin, before looking up at Hector.
 
“You know the feline penis is almost barbed when fully erect and will latch on to the inside of the one they are mating, making it extremely damaging to the female if they were to be pulled apart during intercourse. While not many feline wessen are gifted with this trait, I was. I’ve killed bitches like this once, making them bleed to death from #$@!ing their asses and pulling out early.” He replied, grinning the whole time.
 
Maxine’s eyes got wide and tears started to stream from her eyes. She gasped a bit as he looked down at her again.
 
“It could happen to you too, bitch, if I am not satisfied with your efforts!” He growled to which Maxine doubled her efforts, though she cried while doing so.
 
Hector slow clapped for a moment before tapping on Sheska’s shoulder and pointing for her to climb on his lap and ride him.
 
“Hector likes how you think, Senor, and Hector would really like to do business with you.” Hector replied grinning.
 
Andreas nodded, “Well, while our consorts do their work, let us talk. I believe there was some talk about two humans or half-breeds for ever pure breed wessen I can give you?”
 
Hector nodded, “Si, Senor, this is what I offer, but Hector does not want to be given pure breeds, but wants to liberate them.”
 
“Liberate? I do not understand.” Andreas said.
 
“Hector need loyal followers, those who see Hector as savior. Hector must be seen to trade for or buy their freedom, and Hector needs homes to give them, and a town to build with his followers.”
 
Andreas nodded, “I see. Clever… I have a town in mind, but it’s full of farmers, and if I raided them, the next town over would be on our asses. I have a business to run and no time to fight a war! I have enough problems with bandits, biker gangs, and would-be do-gooders as is!”
 
“You let Hector worry about clearing out town, give to Hector, and help Hector with talk to other town to tell them Hector no involved Y Hector’s army will take care of your rodentia problem.”
 
“Rodentia?? .. Oh, my pest problem! I understand… It.. It could work.” Andreas replied, as he thought about it. He nodded after a moment and looked back up at Hector, “Yes, I believe it will work, though we have many details to discuss.”
 
Hector grinned, “The Hector and you talk while these Prostituta’s pleasure our pene, and after we will have meal and alcohol to celebrate our partnership!”
 
Andres grinned and nodded, “I do like how you think… Faster, and swallow this whole load, bitch or I swear I’ll pull out early!!”
 
Maxine continued to cry softly as she worked at him, but Sheska showed no emotion, seeming quiet and serious as she rode Hectors dick. Though inside she was thinking and plotting.
 
“*I need to find a way to end him… I must! … I must find a way to get Hector killed!*”