“Captain, how can you say such a thing! Brigadier General Hawkins knew nothing about your problems! Why he was shocked, shocked that there was gambl...ng going on there!”I rolled my eyes at the reference to Casablanca. Outstanding movie, although Marilyn never appreciated it all that much. Featherstone had just told me that Hawkins was in it up to his eyeballs.Featherstone went on to explain, “The general was very disappointed in your improper radio procedures, but certainly didn’t consider that. That morning she had taken a look at herself in the sundress paired with conservatively heeled white sandals and been truly surprised how much her still new gym routine had done for her lithe figure. At twenty three years old, standing at an impressive totally average height, light brown hair, and tiny A-cup breasts, she needed all the help she could get in the looks department. Her blue eyes were the only thing that she felt was very striking about her but those tended to get ignored since she. The more she sees of her girls the better."I fell silent but I could sense Margaret and Sian's brains working away."How is she physically? She's not an invalid or anything is she?" askedSian."Uh. No," replied Sandie, "she's quite fit physically. She was allowedthe freedom to move around the camp so she has not deterioratedphysically through any form of physical restraint. Physically, she's asfit as a fiddle. The scars are all mental." "Could she handle being around horses? They're nervous. As I was fucking my own mouth I could see lots people walking by, one small group of girls even looked right at me, then stopped and watched me for a few minutes. Then I was allowed to step away from the window, back to the computer.As I told Master Brian about the girls watching me he asked me where I lived. When I told him what town I lived in, he told me that he lived in the same town. I was thrilled to learn that he was so close. Maybe we could meet one day. Reading my mind Master Brian.