So I had little choice but to try and not arouse anysuspicions as best I could, which wasn't going to be easy.This was brought home to me by something...as simple as remembering to sitproperly. After 26 years of sitting as a man I had to try and get used tositting like a girl would do, which meant looking down constantly to makesure my legs were pushed together neatly and that my skirt wasn't riding upinappropriately. This repetitive checking served as a painful reminder ofmy new status, and my. So after I finished my shower, I put on a pair of sweatpants and wentdown to the workout room to use the treadmill. Man, I was so out of shape- and overweight - that after about five minutes I was sweating like apig and gasping for breath. Just then Romey came into the room, looked atme on the treadmill for a minute, and then began to giggle. "What's sodamn funny", I asked, "I'm about to die over her and you're laughing atme?" It's, um, just that, well, uh, with all the weight you've gained,. She’d been complaining all evening that her neck hurt and now with nothing else to do, I invited her to sit on the floor in front of me and let me rub her neck. After several minutes she began to loosen up and relax her soft moans of pleasure getting stronger with each passing minute as I worked her neck and up into her hairline then down her back and up to her shoulders where my hands quite naturally slid under the open neck of her scrub top and worked the soft skin of her shoulders with. Clegg shrugged his shoulders. At least that was one Gallic custom he had no problem with assimilating. "It didn't seem wise to leave them there. They're not causing too much trouble are they?" No, not at all. Sister Sarah has been pleased to have the opportunity to help your two Bavarian ladies." Help?" Oh yes. The order here is particularly keen on humility as a virtue and I fear that is not a quality much shown by the occupying forces. This is a very strict order, great believers in.