. . her skirt barely covers her at all . . . which is the one for twenty-five, that Clotilda? Heavens, what a lovely rump ... so thick through . . . '...will be a treat. . . Sssh, he's about to call out the first one." Eustacia Shaw," called the Beadle.At first nothing happened. Then in the silence a wardress whispered sharply, "Shaw."The milkmaid stepped forward. Her snub, sullen face seemed expressionless and Clotilda felt bitter envy of her; for this common country wench, it was clear, the. .. a widow ... and then she disappeared. I don't think we were destined to be with each other."We sat silently as the lunch was served. Our conversation had dried up quite suddenly, perhaps because the topic had become quite personal. It was an awkward period and I strove to break it."Where are your children today?" School. Trevor is in kindergarten and Evan is in grade two. It's a private school. I have a nanny that cares for them if I'm out." Is everything all right with finances? Are you. It was Captain Reks. Typical idiot officer who had got the rank because of his family connections and not thru any degree of competency.“We want prisoners!” he was saying, “We want any important data secured! For the Empire!”“For the Empire!” some boot-lickers responded.Been veterans with some sense Khlaar and I had placed ourselves at the rear of the squad. This looked like a downright dangerous frontal assault and we both thought that enthusiastic rookies should lead the way.“Hear that?” said. Still kneeling on all fours in disbelief, I raised one hand to my chestand found there, something that did not belong. A firm, supple breast.I got to my feet again, this time being a little more careful. I feltshorter and I didn't dare look down to find out why. Instead I focusedmyself and walked over to the mirror at the sink in that strangebathroom.Looking in the mirror was just one shock after another. Staring me inthe eyes was the gorgeous woman from the magazine and behind her in themirror.