"She broke off and put her head back to stare unseeing at the ceiling. The tears flowed in a steady stream.I almost used the remote beside my hand to ...ring up the DVD player in the corner. Without referring to the list of bookmarks on the disk, I knew which one was the scene of this woman, naked and drunk, damning her own daughter to hell. It seemed hardly necessary, so I didn't. She apparently knew it well enough already. After a while, her tears slowed and stopped. I thought she was probably. At an appointed hour a jailer summoned him in the pitch of night where, filthy and unkempt, he was taken under guard of arms through the unfamiliar maze of stone and mortar that made up the French palace. Through small hallways and steps meant for servants he was turned over to houseguards and escorted above to the entrance of a chamber. The French soldiers knocked and turned away as to not look within. That same door was opened by a handmaiden he’d seen earlier. William entered. The door was. I realized that Hell Week was a preview of this type of deployment. I still went to sleep, with my head resting on my ruck and lying lengthwise on the jumpseat. DG is a small little island that is made up of large airfields. You can walk the island in a day. With little to no trees for shade, once I stepped off the ramp of the 141, I just about melted into the tarmac. Not to make our service look bad, the team moved as quickly as they could to the nearest shade, that being a hanger and welcomed. Now unless you start undressing NOW, I'm walking out of this room and your little reward session is over."The big woman simply stared. Outside of her bosses and some of her teachers and professors at school and uni nobody had ever spoken to her like that, not her mother who had treated her weak-as-piss father like dirt.Marion Ritchie knew when she was beaten and stood up and began to undo the button's on the plain blouse that covered the huge underwire bra that was doing its very best to.