Up here the sun has yet to slip below the horizon and a reddish glow suffuses the cabin with soft radiance. I gallantly reach overhead and push the bu...ton to illuminate her reading light and she acknowledges my gesture with that heart-stopping smile.I clear my throat, unwilling to let the conversation lapse. “I seem to have heard of your book. I believe my daughter may have a copy. It must be popular.”She looks up in amusement. “Your daughter? You do not look old enough to have a daughter that. The Assistant was tan, with olive skin. She was in her late teens, but very mature. Her hair was cut short, almost akin to a 20s flapper girl, and she wore a white lab coat. She set down the tray on a nearby table and shook off the robe with a sigh, revealing her nude form underneath. Her short dark hair blended perfectly with her olive skin. She had small, but ample breasts, with tiny nipples. Her pussy was bald except for a small, neatly trimmed patch of hair. She had long, perfectly toned. She gave her number and address and asked me, what I was doing this week end, I said nothing, she said its fine then you call me on Saturday.I was doubly excited,but I knew how to deal with women and I never called up on Saturday and late in the night she called me by 11.30, is your Saturday yet to start, I started to pretend and asked what for, it is already over, she said you were about to call me today, I said OH god I was so busy it totally went of my mind and we just hang up on the phone. Better ask the soldiers, too.”The Bishop beamed, “Of course! We’d be only too happy to teach you.”So it was that all of them started to learn their letters. It made Isabella and the Bishop smile to see the adults, especially the big fearsome warrior, struggling with the intricacies of spelling and grammar. His face screwed up in concentration as he tried to get to grips with the difference of things like threw and through. They had to admit, though, that he was tenacious. While it was obvious.