He wasdrilled to be always diligent in crossing his legs in a ladylike mannerlest he show his lacy underwear.As Sunday night approached, they heard Ma...y knocking on the back door.Johnny was grateful that this femininity boot camp was coming to an end."I see from the way you are dressed and the way you move that you havebeen paying close attention to your wife's instructions," Mary observed."I brought something that will help complete your authenticity."Mary reached into her bag and produced a. What did I get myself into..."I said face palming.Later on, they asked me several questions, one after another about how did it look like and many other things, I said nothing, I wanted to keep it a surprise for them, but I actually felt guilty for what they were going to experience, at such a young age.At night, around 8 PM, as she promised, she showed up wearing some regular clothes and with her black bag, and generally, that was not a good sign."Hey boys, are you ready for some fun?" She. Now your honor is here." He clapped Droff on the shoulder."Your son carries your honor." He looked for a moment to the other men, making sure that his words were heard by all. "Your son. Never let him show cowardice, never let him be less than a man. To die in battle brings glory. To live in cowardice destroys everything. A warrior's death guarantees a share of the spoils, a place in the hall of men, freedom for your sons and theirs. The life of a coward will bring exile, starvation, and. ’ Was the silence her punishment? Had the two of them planned it? ‘Let’s make Mei squirm when she confesses.’ ‘How was it?’ The question was sterile, unemotional and therefore insulting. Philip, she thought, had timed it perfectly. The tears opened from her eyes as though on command. ‘It was beautiful,’ she said into her palms. ‘What was that?’ she heard him ask and thought she could hear his blood pressure rise in the slight stress present in his voice. It made her feel like shit and feeling.