He soon had the navy stockings rolled up his firmlegs and fastened. He pulled up the skirt, tucked in the blouse, andadjusted his slip. Looking at h...mself (herself, he thought, it is a girl'sbody after all) in the mirror he decided to try wearing his hair up... andfound it as yet another skill he had. He did his makeup, once again adjustedhis clothes, and looked in the mirror.Before him was such a vision of female perfection he could not believe it washis own reflection. Well, Heather's. . I think before too long I am going to teach you how to drive the truck. Then you could have the truck if you needed to run back and forth to get things or bring the men out here for work and back for meals.”“Thank you Bob, yes it would be very nice to learn to drive the truck and it would be very nice to have it here to help with lifting and dragging logs. I look forward to learning to drive.”“Well are you at a point where the men can carry on and not need you for say about an hour?”“Yes I. A moan escapes my parted lips, but Robert doesn't seem to mind; instead of a warning, he pinches my nipples firmly and tugs, and I am suddenly dizzy from the pleasure.Forgetting my situation, I reach up to wrap my arms around him, but the strip of silk holds my hands tightly to the bar between the posts at the head of the bed. Straining against the bonds accentuates my frustration and longing, and I moan again.Robert continues pulling on my nipples, till they reach a point just short of pain,. You've fought bravely Erik. I'll be proud to fight by your side at Ragnarok"Reaching for Kara's hand, calloused from the spear she wields so well, I pull her close to my firm body."You know the ways of the Gods my love. Not I. I've done enough fighting in this life for any man. To fight each day until the final battle, Ragnarok, is too much for me. I don't enjoy the fight as some do. I do this for our freedom from the Romans. Not so my soul shall fight in Valhalla and wait until the final.