" Margaret Beall tried to look serious but her sunny disposition made it difficult. She shook her head in mock disgust.Beall smiled and pulled on one ...f the new stockings. It felt prickly and warm. "Fits fine," he said and dragged off the other boot. He left his wife the stockings he had been wearing, both with holes poked through the toes. Some of the younger men were wearing long trousers now, tucked into high boots, especially in the winter, but Beall stuck with his accustomed knee. "Desperately so," Monica added."If you're serious, then yes. Wow that would be wonderful," Mark notedwithout realizing what it was they were offering."There's more. You would also get to bunk here with us and that wouldmean for most of the winter. We get paid pretty good because we're good.You also get to travel come Spring and, best of all, you get to makechildren and their parents laugh," Monica said ignoring Julie's laugh ather usual sarcasm."Be a clown," Mark said not sure what to. "You look absolutely fetching in those pajamas!" She took a moment to regard the bright pink top and bottoms. They had been the most conservative her and the lieutenant could find!"You've been very kind." She told him unable to think of any thing more appropriate."Yes..." His voce mused trailing off."I was hoping, that after you had some time. Maybe you might be willing to return the favor." You mean," She asked surprised. "You need my help?" Yes." He repeated firmly. "I am reluctant to impose. Despite the slight chill, both were still. They know that I don't like them fidgeting and shivering as I eat. It's very distracting. Beth had prepared a bowl of strawberries for my dessert. I was in a good mood."Open wide," I told them. Beth opened her mouth but Laia merely spread her knees even wider. I popped a strawberry into Beth's mouth. After a diet of bland slave porridge, the taste overwhelmed her. Tears came into her eyes as she sucked and chewed on the sweet fruit.Laia opened her.