“Get your lazy English arse out here right now, or I’m sending Babs in after you. I’ll have her drag you out by your breasts if I have to,” Freya bellowed from just beyond the door to my hut. Freya was entirely too much of a morning person. She awoke all chipper, smiling with the sun and singing with the birds…all while issuing threats to have women dragged around by their breasts.
“Just wait until you’re old,” Myra joined in. “Then your t**s sag. If someone were to try to drag you by them, you’d have a good ten feet before you’d even feel yourself begin to move.”
“By the gods,” I roared. “Why in the twelve hells are there women standing at my door talking about dragging breasts and stretching t**s!” Did they have no common courtesy? I could hear snickering and decided that no, they di
