The new ones will soon come to see that as well. Do what you have to."I left Jim and walked over to the dispensary. Irene had spent the night there te...ding to John Smith. I was surprised to see Pat Simmons sitting in the waiting room of the dispensary with an M16 across her knees. She was alert and came out of her chair as soon as I entered the building. I said, "Pat, what are you doing here? You should be home sleeping."Pat smiled and said, "I've only been here a couple of hours. I relieved. My arms are pulled behind my back.Real ropes, as thick as my thumb and probably capable of holding half a tonof strain, are wound four times about my wrists, then passed three times betweenthem - forming rudimentary handcuffs from which I have absolutely no hope ofescaping. The knot is tied tightly between the tops of my wrists, well beyondthe reach of my fingers. But that’s not all. After tying my wrists, theypass a second rope about my arms, just above the elbows - winding it four. He had no need to impress the trainers. The Queen was his sponsor. He would gain promotion regardless of his skill.But Symington was finding life difficult in Emertland Guard barracks. The commoners would not bow nor scrape to the newest member of their ranks. Symington's promotion was conditional. Sir Torbert made sure than Symington knew it and he made sure Symington's new comrades knew it.As was tradition with the Emertland Guards, the cleaning duties were distributed by rank. As the newest. " I can't do that," Patsy giggled. She scratched her nail over Cissy's blood-gorged clit, sending the young girl into a fit of whimpering spasms."How?" Cissy moaned, her body on fire. "How?" The same way I had my cherry busted," Patsy explained. "Trudy and Margie lost their cherries the same way I did."Cissy was delirious. "How... with what? Do it... I don't care... break my cherry." With a cock," Patsy explained. "A nice hard cock." She looked up at her giggling friends. "You're gonna love.