I wasawarded the Purple Heart for my injury.I didn't go ashore that much. When I did it was to get myself somefresh fruit since the Eugene didn't have...that much. I lived on citrusproducts for a day or two. I even bought a pair of comfortable slippersto wear around when I was off duty. I loved to barter getting the guyswith pushcarts to go lower, though I could afford what they wereasking.Most of the other guys who went ashore hit the American run bars andhad fun with the tiny but cute Chinese. "I nodded my head. That made sense. "She doesn't want to waste her powers on inconsequential requests." "Most likely." Xera looked around. "Your ... companion is ready."My cheeks flushed. The way she said companion was almost a caress. "That's right. My companion. Nothing more."The elf smiled.Sophia walked over, dressed again, leading her white mare. Purity nuzzled at her neck. "Shall we keep trudging through this..." Sophia glanced at Xera, "... amazing forest?" Yes. We have a long trip ahead. With a laborious whine of carbon on metal, the old green flatbed slowed ponderously to a halt roadside of the split rail fence. Well-used hinges made an indifferent sound as the olive drab farm truck's door swung open. Dropping to the ground Hero Sheagame straitened, turned and thanked his driver."Arigatou!" He intoned, handing him a thousand-yen note.(About six dollars.)"And I hope your wife gets over her cold." With that, Hero made his way towards the distant house. Feeling mildly relived. In mymind, the ridiculousness of this situation is heightened as he's quite afew years younger than me, not particularly well muscled, and not evenas tall as me in flats, let alone the 5" inch stiletto heels constantlyrequired of me.But while he's wearing a trendy button up shirt and simple slacks, I'mattired in a ridiculous ensemble that's more petticoats and ribbons thansatin dress material.I used to wear mostly black and detested over the top feminineaccoutrements- so of course Mistress.