Oh well. The rest of the class went on like a blur until the last fifteen minutes of the day I was caught daydreaming. “Mr. Jake what is the answer ...o the question” “Oh fuck” I thought damn here comes the detention that ruins my oh so perfect weekend with my parents and my stupid girlfriend. “Umm Ms. Tharpe I honestly do not know the answer” “Where you daydreaming in class” ‘’no shit” I said under my breath “I guess I was then”“See me after class Mr. Jake” “Yes Ma’am”After that little escapade. This new development had not been factored into his plan. "Why do you feel that way, Mr. Wilkins?" Waters asked. "Do you have aproblem with women?"Fred shook his head. "Not as a rule, no," he replied, quickly adding, "Iguess it doesn't really matter."Dr. Waters smiled at him, a wide and professional smile. "That's good,"she said, "because I hope we can work together. I think I can help you."This statement seemed to amuse Fred. "I know you can," he quietlyquipped."I'm glad you agree," Waters. Fitzroy bowed his head and introduced his Officers, Major’s Barton and Keeling and Captain Fitzroy. The Prince appraised the men before him. The General he judged to be in his sixties, short with a prominent waistline. The redness of his face was emphasised by his white mutton chop whiskers. He had an impatient look verging on arrogance about him. Of the two Major’s, Barton had all the hallmarks of being a ‘yes man,’ whilst Keeling had a look of intelligence to go with his professional. Carol was concentrating on this ritual, she could hardly think of anything else.Carol tried to ignore the pain and get her bearings; she was in a large room with a man perched on what looked like a tall, wooden pulpit looking down at her with disdain. To her right, against the far wall was a group of men seated two deep and six across, also looking down at her as if she was a piece of meat, not a person. There were two tables facing the lone man. Each table had a man seated at it facing the.