They began to talk, casually, cautiously, but were soon very at ease with one another. Within weeks they had planned to have lunch and when she told h...r that she was 'a lesbian', a smile and a "yes I already know" was all she said to 'her'. From that point on, a familiarity and friendship began. They went to movies, out to eat. The first physical contact left her shaking and afraid. So very afraid that 'she' would not find her appealing or what 'she' desired. It was a warm hug, and a touch of. And then I decided I must be dreaming because barely concealed beneath the lapels of his peach-pink suit jacket I saw that Zain Love had breasticules just like me, and not any old breasticules but a pair of perky, pokie, jiggly, drool-worthy, teen-angel, breasticules of bountifulness. If all the organisms weren't busy hiding in some other teen-angel's tight, soft, smooth, welcoming, cunny of pleasuring I'd have had at least a dozen of them right there and then, but instead I had to make do with. "Diana, go to your quarters and freshen up. I will join you there shortly." Yes my Queen." Diana turned and exited the throne room. In her quarters she grabbed some soap from man's world thinking its stronger scent would clean any vestiges of the Orcs from her better than the Amazon made soap would. She quickly bathed, dressed and opened her door to await her mother."Diana you entered the throne room smelling of something I didn't recognize. I don't smell it now, and that's good, but I didn't. Of course, the war may had had something to do with it, but these people didn't appear to take much pride in their roads. I swear that I felt like I spent as much time traveling sideways as I did traveling forward.When I reported in at Springfield, the First Sergeant gave me a good piece of advice. He said that I looked too much like a Confederate soldier to be safe on the roads by myself. He recommended that I get some civilian clothes and forget about being a soldier until I returned to.