The Taming Tent
“Jen! Oh Jen, I’m glad you got here in time. In a little while, there wouldn’t have been anything left.” Jen pulled the flaps of the circus tent closed behind her. “Are the pickings that slim?” “No, but you know this is everyone’s favorite part, and now that the men have been pretty much put in their place, all the girls will be coming here.” Jen removed her helmet, letting her auburn tresses fall over her shoulder armor. “You know, I was thinking how fortunate we were that Promoria fell so quickly. Now I’m pissed.” She reached behind her, straining for a moment as her hand fumbled aimlessly. “Ann, can you undo my breastplate and torso armor for me?” “You know, I won’t always be around to do this for you,” Ann said as she …