He shook his head. “I don't understand your people, Laura. I really don't. They were content to live under a madman like Tate, but the instant you beat him, he's fair game?”
She nodded. “It's an odd system. Very hierarchical. But it works, mostly. When it doesn't...well, you've seen the results. But never think they were content. Most of them were terrified. We've spent the last four days thrashing things out up there.” Her nose wrinkled as she took in the half-eaten pot pie and the tater tots on his plate. “Is that your supper?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I've got something much nicer you can eat,” she said, snapping open the button on her jeans. “Why don't you take off those silly clothes, make me come two or three times, and I'll tell you all about what happened?” She moved the plate to the side
