The lieutenant knew without seeing that his skin was smooth, unblemished and perfect - it was pretty. Perhaps even beautiful. Just like his hair, and ...is breasts and his legs and his differently padded backside. All of it had to be pretty. If it wasn't he would make it so. Pretty was important. Beautiful even more so. Any imperfection could be solved - exercise and diet to change his shape, and he'd more than enough knowledge of color and painting from his activities before the torture to be. The day progressed, Cait finished breakfast, showered, and dressed for the day ahead. At ten that morning the Courier[OU1] returned to continue yesterday's meeting."Happy Halloween!" Tina chimed as she answered the door."Well, it's a good thing that I've brought both tricks and treats," the Courier replied. He stepped aside so Ashley could enter first. He had picked her up at the station.Ashley came in and the Courier guided her to the dining room. Ashley let herself be guided along. She was. Hans was ordered to remain alone in the barracks. Two days later he was ordered to speak to the regimental commander in private. Hans walked to the colonel’s office and knocked on the door. ‘Come in,’ the colonel commanded. Hans entered, and stood at attention before the colonel’s desk. ‘Close and lock the door,’ the colonel said. Hans did. The colonel was tall, lean, and broad shouldered. His craggy good looks were marred slightly by a dueling scar. He looked every bit the ideal Prussian. Those thoughts hadn't left me at all the following morning. My staff sensed I was somewhat distracted throughout the day. If only they knew why! Instead of having a coke and chat with colleagues as I normally do on my afternoon tea break, I went to the ladies and stood in front of the mirror over the sinks. I topped up my blusher and put on some lipstick. It was a little redder than I'd usually wear for work, more like something I'd wear to a bar or club, but I wanted to make an impression if.