”“Evans made a good start in purging the army of it’s old-fashioned ways and old-fashioned people. Some of them were still fighting the cold war...of last century, it seemed.”“You know why don’t you?” Boase interrupted.Thorn looked puzzled. “Why?”“Because they still pledge loyalty and allegiance to the crown. To the monarch. They actually name the current monarch, but they don’t name you. They don’t even mention the government or the prime-minister. Just the crown and the queen. By name.”Thorn’s. He saw her mouth part slightly and her face flush for his own was an open book of desire and lust. The hour was late and for them both more important matters were beginning to arise. Prudence turned to a maid. “The hour is late, Polly.” she smiled. “Take the children to their room and see to it they take to their beds. It has been a long and tiring day.” Polly, a comely lass from the Shires, bobbed a curtsey. “Yes Ma’am.” Prudence watched with a smile as the maid shushed her children out of. “Oh. Yeah. I’m good.”I was slightly turned on now, thinking about the bartender, practically undressing her with my eyes. And she knew it. I sipped my Coke, when I heard:“Now coming up to the stage, she is known by three letters alone… N.B.A.” The Emcee said.I looked quizzically, as she came onto the stage. Her song started. I instantly knew it. It was Akon’s “I Wanna Fuck You.” Her face was attractive. She had a caramel complexion when it shone in the light. She had brown eyes and almost. These kids were really just like stupid boring girls.The next two stories were about old people, which was just disgusting.Old men, whose wives caught them transvestating. He kind of liked theones where this happened and then the wives would turn them into bigtitted she-male sissy maids and made them eat out all their mah jongpartners and stuff, but these weren't anything like that. Instead thewives were really nice to them, and everybody was getting in touch withtheir true self and there was.