His Britannic Majesty was now King George IV rather than King George III, and the ADC who called out my name was a different ensign than the one in 18...6.“Major Greenway. His Royal Highness will see you now, please follow me.”The fact the ADC had misread my name grated somewhat, but none the less I followed the young ensign, noting the glares from those officers still suspended in perpetual waiting mode.Before I knew it we were at the door of the C in C’s inner sanctum.The ADC knocked on the. If he felt better tomorrow, he thought, he might phone – or not. He sighed and felt a sense of loss, of what he did not know. Anticlimax after all the intensity perhaps.He settled into an armchair and fell asleep until midday, and awoke to find that the rain had stopped but the day was still cold, grey and damp. He had fancied a walk round central London, but the weather was not welcoming, so he got out his laptop, connected the ethernet cable and spent some time surfing and catching up on. .AND!? Do you not feel like that's something of note? Something to respond to or talk about with-" -I wag my hand at the other two- "-your buddies?" Well, it's your business. I don't see why we should care."Something is severely fucked up. Either all three of these were raised in really 'unique' families and/or cultures, they're all on drugs, or this is the company's idea of a funny prank to get everyone involved in. They seemed sane and sober, though, besides the uncanny nonchalance. I have. She returned to the bedroom, and got a pair of panties out of her drawer and put them on. But when she pulled them around her waist, they were abnormally tight. She always preferred her panties a little tight, but now it was almost like there wasn't enough room for her dick inside the silken undergarment.But that was silly, she had had a dick since she was born. Why would her underwear suddenly not fit? Most likely she had put on a little weight, and just not noticed it till now. Maybe David.