‘I’m going to show you a photograph Helen. It isn’t pleasant.’ Greta handed the enlarged mobile phone picture of Saskia, tied up with a bullet...hole in her forehead. Helen cringed. She had seen it before on Harry’s phone, but still remained oblivious of the fact. ‘Can you identify that person?’ ‘No. It’s horrid. Who is it?’ ‘It’s Saskia. I take it you two never met?’ ‘Harry never introduced me to her. All I know is that she moved in here with him.’ ‘Ok, then I’ll be honest with both of you,’. Maybe a little later,” Ms. Woodhill said. She looked at Suzie and frowned. Suzie should have been glowing rather than looking around frightened. She asked, “How did you like the poetry, Suzie?”“It was great,” Suzie said.“Why are you so ... nervous?” Ms. Woodhill asked.“My Dad has a copy of it. I escaped before he found Mom,” Suzie said. Half of the class groaned.Turning to look at Sean, Ms. Woodhill was shocked by his appearance. Worried, she asked, “What’s the matter with you, Sean?”“I caught. I guess that is why women have only a "few" male lovers but every man beds a dozen different women."Squad Three, follow me," Cadet Corporal Hernandez said when we were dismissed from the assembly. We marched back to our squad bay single-file, bare feet slapping against the linoleum floor. Inside the bay we were told to take a knee—except for me. I was ordered to assume the Inspection Position, a modified Parade Rest; my hands were on top of my head instead of behind my back. "Cadet Thistle will. Your ladies responded to my request immediately and resolved the immediate issue, almost immediately. I never thought to tell my ladies until several hours later, after I had calmed down. This is my first true crisis since my father died two months ago, and my ladies do not know or trust me very well yet. They must have been totally panicked. I’ll make it up to you and your ladies when there is time. I will make it up to my ladies immediately. I did not realize that they are so afraid of me.