"On Friday we went to the opera – Verdi's Don Carlos. I loved it, especially the duet between Carlo and his friend Rodrigo. But the scene with the b...ss voices – King Philip and the Grand Inquisitor – was thrilling. I'd read up on the five-act, French version, even though Opera Australia did the four-act Italian one. It's very long with an enormous cast. Neither of us had ever read the Schiller play, so we'd no notion of the changes. But the notes narrated the intricacies of the various. "So, you are serving the false leader. Odin is free, so there is hope," Göndul said.The red head snarled, "it is you who serve a false leader, I...," the red head started. She then could only stare as both the blonde females dropped their spears, staring at Ephus. "What is wrong with both of you? Geirdriful, Geirönul, retrieve your weapons. We four can end this threat too..." she stopped again as the raven-haired not only dropped her weapon but was moving as if drawn to Ephus."It appears that. All I needed to do was cast aside my boring masculine clothes and slip into something altogether sexier. Fortunately, Sara had just the sort of thing I was looking for. I was pleased that she tended to dress younger than her age as I really wanted to go for a cute teen look. Rifling through her underwear drawer, I now knew exactly what I was looking for, having got to know it pretty well by now. A simple, virginal white lace thong and a matching bra were all I felt my pretty teenage persona. They sit either side of the table, two one side and two the other. George gets to sit close to my lower belly, and Diana is opposite him. Sue and Roger sit at my chest. Sue's job is to feed me obviously. She has arranged the food on top of my nipples. It is salad. Cold as I have said before but there is cold meat. Chicken drumsticks. Thankfully there is no beetroot, otherwise my skin would have been a strange colour for days! There is a small pillow to raise my head so that I can watch what is.