"Have a seat", Mrs. Waters said, indicating the chair across from her desk. Cadence elected to sit on the desk, her legs crossed, hiding her erection....rs. Waters raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Instead, she began rattling off ways Cadence could improve her grades, which quickly bored the girl. She definitely didn't like listening to her teacher talk. She could think of a much better use for that mouth."Honestly, Mrs. Waters", Cadence said, interrupting the woman, "I had an idea for. He was never really meant to be a farmer, he was a leader.Olan spent every waking moment in his forge, his large muscles bulging and sweat beading down from the top of his bald head all the way down his stocky shoulders. He was hoping to arm his friends and neighbours with proper weapons, yet he managed to forge only a half dozen spearheads over the course of the day.Passionate as he was to fight for his home, it was a new experience for him too. His years of crafting nails and horseshoes had. .. that'sa different story!"Roger's bitching stopped for a moment as he got the full view of himselfin the mirror. It wasn't that horrible seeing the black combat boots onhis feet, but his legs under a mini and cut off t-shirt with apparentboobs was sickening. He couldn't believe how much makeup Brenda hadplastered onto his face, oddly seeing his thick dark lashes flash as heblinked, and his teased hair barely move. It was like he was in some bad80's rock band, noticing how the over blushed. To the utter surprise of Lauren, Maria did indeed return their passports the next day, even apologising for the delay. She seemed changed, almost apologetic, and most certainly made no reference to the show they had put on for the General. Lauren remained convinced that the return of the documents was linked to her performance (and humiliation) at the hands of the General and his weird entourage. The whole household seemed to be in shock as people walked quietly around, desperate to avoid eye.