Oh! I knew the car well, for I used to drive this particular car and the new driver was Sergeant Murphy; the bastard who had dropped me in the shit fo... taking a gallon of petrol. He envied me driving the general's car and I had fallen straight into his hands. I had been reduced to Corporal and taken of the VIP's drivers list because of this bastard.I looked in the back and lo and behold was the second on my hate list, the General's wife. She was a right stuck up bitch, who ordered her staff. When I let go of her, I told her she looked great. She smiled and said she was happy to be in friendly territory, and then she leaned over and gave me another kiss. I said, “Let’s go and get your luggage and get the hell out of here.” She said she didn’t have any other luggage and thought she didn’t need a lot to wear since it would only be the two of us. I just smiled and picked up her bag with one hand and grabbed her hand with my other and started walking towards the car. She mentioned how. Marsha was eighteen now and she was all grown up with respect to the “getting laid” department. She was a snickering graduate of that interesting course of instruction and didn’t need any pointers from me about the facts of life. I didn’t know if she had a full time boyfriend, because she was a secretive bitch, all things considered. Still, she packed her tight boy jeans with her special brand of teenaged nubile female goodies and seemed to attract feverish attention from usually passive old. You will find it is not warm in here. Besides, it is easier to wash a nightgown than to be forever cleaning sheets as you will discover.”I did as she asked. The nightgown was long and plain cotton with long sleeves and a high neck. The only concession to femininity was a frill around the neck, and others at the hem and cuffs.“Now, into bed. You will see a chamber pot beneath if you have a need during the night. Your first task in the morning will be to empty it. You will be woken at six.