The Challenge for freedom and return to normalcyNow I think all of my companions were looking at the stunning womanstanding in front of us. She was th... one with the microphone that wasgiving us the command to stand to attention.She lifted the microphone to her mouth to speak again. I guess we allhung on her every word. What was she going to say next."Well girls I guess you all wonder what you are doing here and what isgoing to happen to you?"She paused."Well the good news is that the first man. "It's just a note," she says, "You're kidding." Well, I had the nightie on under my clothes," I remind her. "Thanksagain, by the way." Sorry..." she mutters."Anyhow," I proceed, "the guys were teasing and shit about my mommy andstuff," I explain. "Anyhow, they figured out the nightie under my clothesand tortured me. Caleb even beat the shit out of me. He thinks I'm gayand a full-fledged tranny." No way!" she says shocked. "I so sorry! I had no idea..." She trails off."Look at my face." I. She usually found his male tomcat antics amusing for some reason. His longish blond hair hadn't been cut in awhile, but today it was fashioned in this chic feminine topknot, like a saucy chick in a 1980's ponytail style. Her favoured rascal and party boy was looking silly as a perky college girl in front of her door tonight - wearing skimpy lavender shorts and a black halter top cross-strapped girly around his neck. Quite the leggy femme lover-boy standing dazed at her door with. Before he left, his father gave him a long and heavy object."Son, my own sword will be Bjoern's one day, but I found this good blade on the battlefield at Hemmingstedt. Take it and use it to defend yourself. I've taught all of you how to wield a sword. Do not use it for folly, but do not shy away from defending your life and honour."Joerg then hugged his family once more and left the low, grass-thatched dwelling. Walking along the familiar paths towards the South, he could hardly believe that.