"Heh. Too bad," the man scoffed. "I guess you don't want a real man between your legs." He grabbed his crotch through his pants and shook it at them.
"A real man wouldn't need to taunt three defenseless ladies," Becky replied in a calm tone. "You might be surprised what a little respect would get you."
"Respect for three evil sluts? What on God's green Earth would make me think to give you respect?"
"The Pillar of Light doesn't like you using his name like that," Becky said as though talking to a little child.
"Your Pillar of Light doesn't concern me," the man cleared his throat and spat at Becky. He must have terrible experience spitting, as most of it dribbled down his stubbled chin. "But you'll be meeting the maker soon enough. As soon as your foolish husband comes to save you…. Oops. I've said too much." By the way he smiled and covered his mouth, Shelly knew he'd said exactly what he'd meant to and he chortled.
