Mom handed Mrs. Miller the plate of brownies and she lifted the foil and thanked my mother for the welcoming gift. She then offered one each to Penny ...nd me. Yummy, another brownie. When we were leaving to go back to our house I told Mrs. Miller if Penny wanted to ride the bus I would make sure she got to the right place. She asked her daughter if she would like to ride the bus and Penny nodded her head. The next morning I knocked on their door and walked Penny to the bus stop and sat with her. You know, to keep it at least healthy, it was just, well, A LOT of it. And as a result Hinata would pack on the pounds.The weight gain itself would start innocent enough. Just a little softer around the edges, maybe a slightly plumped up belly or fuller thighs that made her clothes feel a little more snug than usual. Exercise was still in play of course, and worked to help her pass the time to go out on a run around the village, working up a good sweat. It was when she hits the market that. I finish the second beer and pinch myself on the cheek. Yes, there is a tiny bit of numbness. I haven’t consumed a drop of alcohol in six months. At least I will be a cheap date. As I mull over what I think goes on in the place across the street, I don’t yet feel ready to venture forth. I figured two beers would be enough to get me going. I have finished two Buds, and I am still firmly planted in the driver’s seat. With no intention of moving.When I took this new challenge on, I didn’t think it. A second, larger group rode in not long after that first one. The leader of this gang, he had to be Major Harlow, surveyed the situation for about a minute before he shouted, "SGT. JAMES, HAVE THE MEN DISMOUNT AND POLICE THE CAMP. I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE A PROPER MILITARY CAMP BEFORE DARK!"A man shouted, "YES, SIR!" He then started carrying out the order. I must say that Sgt. James was the kind of NCO (Non-Commissioned Officer) that any officer would want in his command. The men quickly.