At first I was very nervous but soon I began to realize that none of themen could tell I was not born a woman. I began to relax and even, witha littl... coaching from Shelly during a trip to the ladies room, to flirta little. Shelly had mercy on me and stayed by my side as we began tocirculate through the now crowded ballroom. I noticed one pattern throughout the night, I was trying to steer theconversation towards business and the men all wanted to talk about wasme. Some of them tried to. I didn't care if He whipped me and left me in my cage for hours afterwards, but there was no way that i was going to eat the dog food He left out for me before he went to work. As part of an ongoing punishment for never getting my chores done on time, Master said He was going to treat me exactly like the filthy, lazy bitch that i was acting like. Instead of obeying my Master i hid, afraid of the whipping i was going to receive, cause He sure as hell didn't sound too happy with me. i was. “I have an idea to even the score, if you’re interested,” I said, scratching my chin in a diabolical plan.“Anything I can do to make it up to you,” he stated, looking up from the hands clutching his face.“Give me a minute,” I said, quickly getting up from my seat and leaving the room.I didn’t even wait for his response as I bolted down the hallway and out near the tennis court. The hundred some-odd students and scattered faculty were cheering me on as I approached. I gave them a slight little. He loved the Corps and was proud that he had been bloodied in that God forsaken country—but did not wish to visit it again. He had lost friends and watched young men under his command die. His vehicle had been hit more times than any other officer in the Battalion—or at least any other officer who was still alive. He actually had the surf board to go with the surfer look. It had been the first major purchase he had made on returning to Camp Pendleton. He had learned to ski in college, he had.