This girl was fine, really fine and way out of my league but I guess she wanted to slum a bit with a country-lad instead of the regular cityboys tonig...t, and THAT was what made me lucky.She looked at me and giggled, striking a pose where she rested on one leg and having the other one out from the side, one hand on her hip and the other one pointing at me.“Don’t stand there, come here baby, or don’t you know its rude to stare…”“eh… Well, You’re stunning so can’t really help that.” My reply was. Fresh milk and oven-fresh muffins tasted good. Gwen felt her vigor returning. The fresh day awakened her senses, and the memory of her first day at Gracely House filled her mind. The acts Mrs. Gracely had led them to perform were incredible as the girl remembered them. It was like a dream.But she remembered Patricia and the fear while walking down the stairs virtually naked to greet her fellow pupils for the first time. It was real. It wasn't a dream.This morning, Patricia brought her a bowl of. Our Counselor was a guy in his mid-forties named Olaf Anderson a big Swede.We found our way to Billet 10 and introduced ourselves to Mr. Anderson. “Just call me Olaf,” he said in a big booming voice.It was close to dinner time and we were told to get washed up and then report to the Mess Hall.All the buildings in Camp were of log construction and had been built by Three Cs workers. Heat was provided by large fireplaces on each end of the buildings.The temperature was pleasant when we arrived,. “You seem quite young, how old are you?” asked Bryce as he studied the boy.He had beautiful emerald eyes and short brown hair, which strangely seemed to combine with his clothing.“I’m 18 my prince, I was told I was chosen especially for you since we are of the same age” answered Fenton.“Well, I guess it’s convenient to have you here, I needed someone to go fetch some water so that I could get bathed, and while you’re at it, bring a piece of cloth to dry me” said Bryce as he passed by Fenton.“My.