“s*x, Zorn. They’re bribing the guards with sex.”
Zorn surveyed the ragged faces of The Ton as they made camp for the night. They were a dirty bunch, with greasy hair and torn clothing. The women were scarred and exhausted; the men sported patchy beards and missing teeth.
“Really? Them?”
“c**k is c**k. p***y is pussy.”
So Zorn took up guard duty.
Three hours later, with the sun long set, a woman and a girl approached him, smiling. The woman was at least thirty, but the girl couldn’t have been older than nineteen.
“Ladies,” he said.
“Hi, I’m Amy,” the woman said. She nodded at the girl, who was twisting her hair in her fingers. “This is Katie. You’re new, huh?”
Zorn tried to maintain his composure.
“I am.”
Katie said, “What happened to Bruce?”
Zorn tried not to look at her.
“He
