'Are you looking at my stockingtops, Henry?' Henry licked his lips. 'Yes, Mistress,' he murmured. 'Kneel there so you can get a closer look,' Virginia...said softly and Henry,eyes fastened to the band of dark nylon and the white garter straps, slowlysank to his knees. Her fingernail touched the garter strap. 'Do you like mystocking tops?' she whispered. 'Yes Mistress,' Henry said, his voice shaking with desire and his spurnedcock twisting and turning in it's steel prison. 'Would you like to kiss. At one point when he saw me as his first wife, I was subjected to much corporal punishment of the most humiliating kind for a lady of genteel background. Apparently, he had trained his first wife to greet such distressing treatment with an obedient and cheerful nature. I knew that he expected the same from me and despite my abject displeasure at the degradation; I smiled and encouraged him to do more of the same.My attitude so inspired him to unusual excesses that I was soon begging for some. Recently they had started “practicing” kissing together.Patrick noticed smoke far off in the distance. The few remaining plants and trees caught fire easily, so he thought nothing of it. Claire finished patching up the wall and wiped some sweat from her brow. “Okay that’s done with. What did Edward want us to do next?”“I think he wants us to make a new rope for the well.”“Can’t the old toad do that himself?” Claire grumbled.Edward was the village chief as well as the oldest man in the village. Their bloody nose and brutal reduction in forces did nothing to change their minds about the United States, but it did limit their options.Almost as soon as we landed, I was provided with a staff car and driver, a female aide to take notes and type up orders, two armed security officers, and everything and everywhere was open to my inspection. My little entourage visited scores of locations, examining the condition of the bases and morale of the troops.My aide, Georgia Dickson, was a southern.