She dreamt that they were in medieval times and she was a lady of King Arthur’s realm. She was sitting on a bench playing a lute and singing softly....No one bothered her and no one took notice of her singing. She didn’t mind it she just wanted to sing. There were many people around various peasants and servants of King Arthur. A few of Arthur’s men walked around the courtyard. One Knight was up on a parapet keeping guard when he heard her sing. He thought it was the most beautiful thing he had. When we got to her unit she showed me to the spare bedroom she was going to use as an office and where the boxes with her computer equipment. I got a nice few of her cleavage as she bent down to show me where everything was her breast appeared to be enormous and her bra barely held everything in. I think she realized I was looking because she wiggled her chest then she went to another box and bent down to show where her printer/scanner/fax combo was, giving me another nice few of her plump ass. Finally, after two hours of typing, I got my paper done. I pretty much copied my handwritten notes and made a few minor changes. Since there was nothing left for me to do, I thought I’d do a little snooping. I couldn’t believe the shit I found on his computer; this stuff could probably send Carlos away for life. The dummy actually had pics of the people he killed. Some of the images were too brutal for me to look at. Later for that.What really got my attention was a folder called “Vidz” buried. To my surprise, I hesitate to do anything. I’m suddenly bothered by the fact that there are so many guys in there with us, pissing, farting, smoking and, from some giggles I can hear, fucking girls. They have to know that we’re both in there up to no good. Makes me wonder if anyone will tell, mostly because I’m so young. As soon as I second guess myself, however, I talk myself out of the second guessing. Guys seem to be doing their business and leaving. I can tell because of all the.