We had been on the road for an hour when we passed a couple of covered drays. Each of the big wagons was being pulled by a four hitch of large mules. ...he wagons had wooden bodies and canvas tops, but the under-pinnings were more like the coach in which I was currently riding. The balloon wheels and solid steel fully-sprung axels seemed to roll easier and smoother than the iron rimmed wood wheels of my time. I suffered a bout of homesickness as we went by them."You are looking at the real. ”“Yes, Sergeant!”He shook his head in amusement. “Reporting in from training?”“Yes, Sergeant!” His last name was Rossman, according to the name tag on his uniform.“Calm down, soldier. I have better ways to waste my time than by writing you up for not being respectful, especially since you’re being respectful. Heading to Drum?”“Yes, Sergeant.” I dug into my pocket and came out with the orders packet. “I’m supposed to report to the Reception Center once I get my luggage.”He took the orders out of. Her shortish dress covered her hips and butt and fell to mid thigh. The cut of the top scooped just low enough to reveal the barest beginnings of her cleavage and fit snugly over the firm youthful breasts I had come to consider my playground. The fit seemed perfection as it dipped to her slender waist and hugged the vivacious curves of her ass. Her outfit complete when she slid her feet into the practical low heels. She went to the bathroom, purse in hand and brushed her waves of black hair.I. There's nothing I can really do to keep your thinking human or god. Plus they are that way most of the time I am afraid. It appears though that your human thinking is affecting a few changes with them. I don't really see all this as a bad thing." Quinn told him. Ephus turned to her with a smirk. "I fail to see where this isn't a bad thing Quinn!" "Like several of the goddesses said and a few of the gods after your last time with Isis. The amount of pleasure that she felt and her reactions.