One thing the judge did say in the privacy of chambers. “Who let that idiot go to Quantico?”Nobody had an answer ... other than every occupation i... a cross section ... a slice ... of America. Sometimes weeds get in.“That girl is a good one. Is anyone actively recruiting her?”“No.”“Well, somebody should. With proper training, she’d be an asset.”Someone bent to an ear and said something.“That much?”A nod.A sigh.Case closed.No flintlock class this year. I spent a deal of time learning foundry. As Tracy turned and started to walk off, she paused and smiled. "You're a cute kid, Emily. Don't lose that -- it's delicious."Emily walked to the student union, where her mother was to pick her up, with a warm feeling inside."She hugged me... she hugged me..." she repeated in disbelief under her breath. Then she frowned. "She called me a 'cute kid?!' Ugh..."***"Emmie!" Mrs. Thomas called from the open window of her white minivan. Emily jumped from the granite steps and raced to the van with her. “Everything okay?”Kate gave my arm a friendly little rub. “Maid is just working through the transition. It’s not quite like you imagined, huh?”I shook my head, looking at the floor.The dynamic was so different the instant Vince was present.“Tell me what you need, sissy.”I knew what he meant. He was probably right, I just didn’t feel like going through it. He waited for me though, letting the silence hang over my psyche.I turned to fully face him, setting the box down and putting my hands. You may start sewing when the bell rings!"Sure enough, the bell rang not even twenty seconds later and the two toys started pushing the needles through their nipples as the two teen co-mistresses added another lb of weight to the rope. The audience watched with open mouths as Rick and Lynn started to sew their nipples together. The two slaves were kneeling close to each other, with their chests almost touching. You'd think this would be an advantage, but Lynn's spiked dildo and Rick's strapped.