<strong>Big Tim</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>His Tent Area<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Plannin Shit (Like a Boss!), Making Notes (Like a Boss!), Eying Korryn, (Like a Boss!)<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Korryn<br/><br/>Then, she turned her attention to the pink, lace, baby doll that was laid out for her. She picked it up with some hesitation. Instantly she thought about the scars on her back. Those were definitely something she was self-conscious about, and even more so now. What if he didn't like them and decided to beat her over them? She supposed it would be another things to put in the book to thank her father for one day. The second thought she went to was where did this come from and who had worn it before her? She just grimaced, and stripped out of her old clothes and put on the piece he'd given her. She folded her clothes, setting them aside.<br/><br/>She swallowed the lump in her throat and slowly walked back out to see him. The first breeze that hit her, combined with her nerves, caused her nipples to stiffen beneath the sheer lace. "Does it look all right?" She asked him.<br/><br/>While Korryn was inside the tent attending to her tasks Tim had called Chris over and informed him that he was to make sure that something got cooked from the gang's supplies so any members who didn't cook would be able to get some food in them. He then sent the man on his way and began looking over the different notes and maps spread out around the middle table he had set up.<br/><br/>Tim was stil focused on his figures and records of the gang's supplies, a deep scowl of concentration on his face. It was obvious to anyone who looked that whatever numbers he was looking at weren't to his liking. He finished jotting a quick note just as Korryn walked back out of the tent. Her words pulling him from his planning as he turned to look at her.<br/><br/>Tim's eyes moved up and down Korryn's body<strong>"Very nice"</strong>he said. He didn't bother moving to inspect her work inside the tent. If she'd failed to do it properly he'd just whip her or preform some other suitable punishment for it when he noticed. After a moment more of enjoying the sight of her body he spoke to her again<strong>"Come here"</strong>he said as he motioned the girl over to him. His hand gravitating to the side of her hip as he guided her to a large map he'd set out in the middle of the center table.<strong>"Show me where this supposed bunker of yours is"</strong>he told her as gestured to the map.<br/><br/>He then took the time to get a good view of the woman's backside. The first thing he noticed were the marks and scars on her shoulders<em>Guess this one's been whipped before</em>he thought to himself. A second later his hand was on her shoulders, a finger slowly tracing one of the larger scars<strong>"Where are these from?"</strong>he asked his voice carrying tones of curiosity rather than actual anger or empathy.