The Mercenary takes…

“Two days Jayne.” Mal watched the man leave the ship. “We leave in two days, with or with out you.” He closed the ramp behind him, shaking his head at the thought of what Jayne was going to do to entertain himself with the little amount of coin he had or why it was so important to have two whole days off. Jayne had traded chores so much, that he will be doing everyone’s stuff for months.

Jayne headed towards the market, it was late afternoon and people were milling around picking up food for supper. He leaned against a building until he saw what he wanted. She was looking real good, blonde and busty, just like all his whores. She was surrounded by little kids yelling ‘Ms. Etta, Ms. Etta, Teacher, Teacher”, he waited until the kids had left and started to shadow her, not sure where she was headed. He stayed far enough back that she had no idea he was there. When she got to the house at the end of the road, Jayne waited as she unlocked the door. Slowly he circled around looking for a way in.

He could see her in the kitchen, putting food away as he pried the bedroom window open and silently entered the house. He closed the door a bit, so he could watch her start supper, backing up when she headed for the bedroom.

Etta took off her coat and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. She unbuttoned her blouse as she slowly turned into the room.

“Now that’s a right purty sight.” Jayne said from the chair in the darkened corner. He waved his gun. “Keep going.” He leered at her.

Startled, she swayed against the wall, hands frozen on her buttons. “How??”

He stood and gestured again with his gun. “Ain’t gonna ask twice.”

She continued unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it out of her skirt.

“Drop it and start on the skirt.” Jayne was breathing hard.

Etta stepped out of the skirt and dropped it on the floor next to her blouse. She shivered in her slip.

“Get on the bed.” Jayne watched her until she laid down, then he slipped off his boots and pants and laid down next to her. He