"It couldn't be. It absolutely could not be. It must not be, and then, Ilsa's thunderstruck mind bellowed, "how on earth can it possibly be?"But it wa.... It was the woman from the park, who had watched her and Melanie make love in the car.Ilsa felt a deep shiver go through her, and she thought she might vomit. She pulled her head back behind the girl in front of her, and kept her head down, casting her eyes up from within the canopy of her silky brown hair.She turned and looked at Melanie, who. I thought about getting into bed with him. But that seemed too risky and nearly impossible to do without waking him up. But I saw the shirt he wore today hanging on his chair. I carefully tiptoed to it, grabbed the shirt and quickly got back under the covers. That was the smell that could have woken my body parts even if I would be paralyzed from the waist down. This woke the b**st in me. I laid on my side or almost on my stomach, my right leg being the top one, bended in the knee and stretched. Yet French mules passed our camp in long lines daily. Every mule was as fat and sleek as if he were a pet. Worse, for every three mules there was a French soldier chatting to his mules as if they were his friends. This is but one of the points in which they beat us; it was the same in everything of any consequence.On June 15th I was fortunate enough to be wounded, not enough to kill me, but sufficient to get me aboard a ship where I would undoubtedly have perished had not the Captain received. My subliminal CD on auto-repeat had their minds in another place. I switched off the stereo and quickly removed my ear plugs.“Good morning girls”, I said.“Good morning Master”, they replied.“You will only call me Mark, but will always remember I am your Master. Now jump in the shower and then get dressed and doll yourselves up. Then meet Tricia in the kitchen and prepare breakfast”, I instructed them.I then went outside and started to clear my driveway with my snow blower. We had gotten a good.