So she wasn't to bothered about the girls laughing. At her locker her belly just kept getting in the way, so she took awhile to get her stuff in there...but did get it in. The bell for class rang and she pulled out her schedule. Her eyes widened as she saw what her first class was...Gym.*"oh boy..." she said with a sigh.*She waddled her way towards the gym and went into the locker room to change. She had been given a uniform on the way in. A pair of shorts and a t-shirt with the schools name on. "The Ass Sergeant, we don't want him shitting Semtex everywhere do we?" No sir, I mean yes sir" Andrews said as he took a needle and thread from my tool box and started to stitch Abdul's ass hole shut."Gives a new slant on stitching someone up," Andrews muttered."Look I'm the comedian," I insisted, with what I hoped was a disarming grin.The dismount was quite straightforward, first we lashed Abdul's wrists and ankles with cord so we could take the Handcuffs off and then on my signal Andrews. He had always been apprehensive when it comes to the women's role in the army. To western ears this would seem sexist, although he would prefer to see himself as a traditionalist.Despite this, he was force to admit that he had a certain admiration for these lady officers. He always considered them to be good soldiers. They were certainly the only members of the scientific elite that he respected. And they were a further reason why he found Neug a total embarrassment as they were far more. And then we went into how his bankers tried stuff, sweetheart loans, overvalued properties and on and on. By 6 PM my head was reeling.As we were finishing up for the day, he got very serious, "Now listen, I'm telling you about the bad guys so you have a small idea of what to look for. I wouldn't have burdened you with this so soon but the heart thing scares me, it's a time bomb, maybe next week, maybe ten years, so I'm trying to tell you as much as I can. Next week I'll be arraigning for you to.