My firstimpression as I was freed from the cage in Mistresses' car trunk was thatthe business must be quite profitable. Inside, the bungalow had an o...enarea equipped with an array of devices I could only guess as to theirpurpose. Mistress had a private bedroom, bathroom, and kitchenette. Shemade it quite clear I was never to enter her bedroom or bathroom. Awalk-in closet adjoining the open area was to be my quarters. A smallcot was under the clothes that hung on the closet rack. I had a. She like to be tied up and blindfolded. I must confess that there has been one constant role that we often play. I pretend to be you and she pretends to be Rita."I will send you the password for the picture album that has a few of our photos. Do send us yours. And tell us how things are."Yours,"Rana and Nasreen"They were excited about the e-mail. He replied saying they were glad to find all had gone well. Things had been similar here. Their marriage had just become stronger for it. What was. "For now, try and getsome sleep, and we'll arrange a classroom in the morning."Sadly, we would have to make other plans. Whether my arrival played apart we did not know, but the "hunter" struck again that very night ...As things turned out, it was lucky that I had not taken off anythingthat would reveal I wasn't a woman, before I heard the scream.As a result, it didn't take me long to reach the screamer, a girl namedAlvena Hicks. She was standing over the abused remains of one of thedogs who. His orderly, a corporal, checked on the intercom and then ushered me inside. “SIR, OFFICER CANDIDATE BUCKMAN REPORTING AS ORDERED!”“At ease, Buckman,” replied the colonel. There’s at ease, and at ease. I wasn’t an officer yet, so I snapped to parade rest instead. Colonel Brownell, surprised me by then ordering, “At ease, Cadet.”I lost my rigidity and looked at the colonel and noticed that there was a telephone off the hook and laying on his desk. “Yes, sir?”“There’s been a phone call for you,.