I put the blanket in there as a reward—and to remind Goofy that I'm around."After a moment, Drill Instructor Sergeant Saunders ordered me to fall in...with the headquarters detachment. Not with my squad in the First Year students—with headquarters.There were six platoons—First Year, corresponding to Grade Seven in regular schools through Sixth Year, equivalent to Grade Twelve or the Senior class. Each platoon was divided into squads of up to eight cadets. Sixth Year had only two squads. First. Those who had retirement in mind and tended to let their house to locals and those who just rented them out, the first type were tolerated the second were detested.By the time we arrived at the hairdresser I was too interested in Cath's insights about rural villages to notice the walk from the car to the salon. Except for a brief feeling of vulnerability when I first left the safety of the car I happily tripped along beside Cath in my comfortable heels asking my self. "Since when did they. ” “You want me to SPY on them for you?” “Definitely.” She giggles. The idea is crazy. Crazy – and funny. “Don’t you think they’re gonna wonder if you show up with me on your shoulder?” “Not if you giggle like that. They’ll just think I’ve brought a date who’s a real bimbo.” “And they won’t be suspicious when you bring a WOMAN as your date?” “Of course they will. But they will think that I’m trying to distract them with your beauty in order to get a better deal. They won’t expect a bimbo to be a. ” “Ah, a Scorpio.” She said this like it had some special meaning. “Perfect. You can lie back and get comfortable. I have a whole bunch of questions here that I have to ask.” I reached for my t-shirt, but she picked it up and set it aside before I could grab it. She sat on a rolling stool and scooted it up close to the table as I lay back. She asked some boring questions like about how tall I was, what I weighed, if I’d ever had any health problems and junk like that. Just when I was beginning.