When my master saw him he asked, "How many strokes do you suppose I should give the girl?" I am only a humble servant, Sir, but, I think you should pu...ish her severely for defying your previous orders. I believe anything less than 12 strokes would be far too lenient, Master." Very well then. While you were retrieving the cane, the gardener told me that you were the one who hid the tins in the maid's laundry basket. Since you recommended that I give her 12 strokes, that is the number that you. This is the end of your test. So tell me, whydid you really write about wearing women's clothes? Where did that idea comefrom?" Honestly Mom, I don't know, maybe deep down inside I did want to try it, butnow that I have, I've learned that it's fun being a girl and I like it. MaybeI really wanted that all along. It's too bad it has to end...it's been agreat weekend." Well, it doesn't have to end if you don't want it to, dear. I enjoyed havinga daughter, even for a little while. If you want to. "I suspect she'd find a way to track us down even if we returned home," I said with a wry smile."I was just thinking that myself," chuckled Arch.As it was, for men, Loegrian style was in the nature of loose fitting soft shirt; tunic and trousers in pastel shades tucked into knee length boots and didn't look too bad.For the ladies though it involved tight upper body sleeveless tunics over some form of elasticated skin-tight blouses along with what appeared to be harem pants cinched at the ankle,. Froggie Bill as normal was there to greet; as he was with all his customers."Hi Bill," I said with a tired smile," more hot shot kids," I added."Little punks," he said with an old Gaelic giggle," but they got more than they hoped for today."I ignored his words. Nothing much made sense when it came to Bill. He'd been out here so long the sun had got to him. I'd known the dour old French man to brandish a shotgun to kids like that before today. I guess they'd got him on a good day."Fill her up,.