The Baron, charged with protecting them in exchange for taxes, had failed them. Since peasants ... and there were no doubts that they were peasants ..... were not allowed to possess weapons, the Baron's failure had left them at the mercy of the Swedes. The Swedes had lacked mercy of any kind.There was a violence in those times that was unimaginable to the modern mind. By today's standards, pillaging a village and ravaging its occupants was a war crime. In those days, it was just part and parcel. Sandy Sandle–the poor girl–the daughter of my ballet teacher and of course his best student. I almost don’t recognize her with her hair not in a bun. ‘Hey, Sandy.’ ‘Hey Denis, what happened to your eye?’ She reached up to touch it but I flinched back. ‘Me and my brother Mark got into it. It’s nothing, just a little sore.’ I lightly patted at the black eyes with a fingertip, wincing when it stung. ‘Okay maybe more than a little.’ ‘I should think so. It looks horrible. Do you have Home Economics?. As I got off the streetcar in front of our school, I saw her arriving the opposite way. She was wearing a short, red skirt with a black, soft low-cut shirt tucked in. Sadly, she wasn't wearing tights, but I knew something lots of people don't know; she likes to wear skirts with just her panties on. I was able to peak a couple of times at her different panties.But today it was different.She felt different. I can't really describe the feeling, but all I can tell you is that she didn't have to. All of these curves complementing her short petite statue so well. My penis began to become erect. And I soon found myself asking her “What are you wearing baby?” she was quite then replied “A bra and panties.” As she told me this I closed my eyes and tried to imagine her beautiful body. Then before I knew it I let out a silent moan. This turned out to be not that silent when she asked me. “What are you doing over there sir?” she asked in a sassy but playful tone. I laughed a little and said.