"Good," Balloo commented, and Julie was frightened. She didn't know what "grind" meant, but they had just been talking about her taking care of the me..., and her imagination was limited by the desperate images Balloo had planted.Balloo then grabbed her arm and pulled her up, shoving her toward the tall thin Dawak, who chortled, then pushed her in his turn toward the fat Enhar. They were all indulging in their usual chuckling and giggling. There was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance. I was struggling with anger and hatred and was emotional and tearful too! I felt useless. When my Mum and Sister returned I said nothing. “You ok sweetness,” my mum enquired, I nodded yes. The next day I dressed in some more new clothes my Mum had bought me. This was a simple yellow sun dress with a white scalloped hem and silk buttons all the way up the front with a fabric belt tied in a bow on the back and flat strappy sandals, I wore my lemon yellow bra and matching panties, and tied my. "That's a cute bag, by the way." She nodded toward my purse and I looked down foolishly like I had no idea what my own purse looked like. "Prada?" "Oh, uh, thanks." I stammered and smiled sheepishly. "And I wish, it's a Prada knock off I paid $20 for out of the back of a big white truck on the side of the street in Manhattan." I admitted. I never held back about that kind of thing, I was proud of my most-likely-a-knock-off-or-possibly-stolen purse.She laughed and it was adorable. "Wow, right. Had Braxton-Clark been a more diligent officer he too could have rallied his men, and joined his company to mine and Parslow's, and together we could well have saved both colours. As it was, only the ensign carrying the Regimental colour reached safety inside the square. The few men protecting the King's colour were soon cut down, the King's colour captured, and the ensign and colour sergeants killed, before they could reach us.Having a Regimental colour displayed drew more men to the square,.