You are interested in girls No yes auntyNo or yes She was staring at me to know whether I was interested in girlsI am attracted towards girls aunty bu... never had any such friend.Will you take me as your friend.Aunty what are you saying Why am I not beautiful?Aunty you are one of the sexiest women I saw in my life.That means there are many you mean who are the other ladies She came close to me and put her hand around my hip and pulled me towards herI leaned over her shoulder She kissed my cheek. Sit down here." She sat me in front of a dressing table and began to comb my hair. She was making tutting noises and shaking her head. "Your poor hair! It needs brushing. Gina? Make sure you brush Miss Anna's hair every night. Fifty strokes!" She tutted again. "It is so short, but we'll get Gina to put it up and put combs and other decorations in it to draw attention away from its shortness. You can wear a bonnet when you are out, but indoors, that's a different matter. I know, we can get you a. 'Oz' was so convincing that they never questioned him again.At night they slept off the road, anywhere that offered some shelter. They'd light a fire to keep warm, set a guard, then drift off to sleep telling stories. This was 'Oz's' element. The language may be different, the stories not quite the same, but it all reminded him of the drover camps of his boyhood. There, he'd learned to tell tales, to 'yarn' as the Australians say. A mixture of truth, embroidery, and downright lying designed to. I had my fingers crossed that he wouldn't just put meinto the Royal Scots which were the natural choice for a man from theLothians. It was the first regiment of the British Army and had anillustrious history that I really didn't want to sully.So I told him about my conscience about killing and that I would prefera non-combatant role and on seeing my slight build it was obvious thathe thought it made sense too. After a medical examination in which myscrawny slight body was commented upon, it was.