But for a while, they'd taken away all my best pencils. They said something strange about not wanting me playing with sharp objects. During that time ...hen I didn't have my pencils, I had to write down my stories using crayons. I liked the pink one better than any of the others, but then the damn maggots broke it.After that, they laughed at me.I was so mad at them for breaking my crayon, but after a little nap I felt a lot better.However, I still don't know why I took that nap, but I was really. With respect, Ma'am, I only bent down and gave Private Brown a quick kiss. I was alert at all times and hardly took my eyes off watching out for a second. But it was wrong. I admit that. I deserve to be well flogged." I'd just wakened after a quick nap, Ma'am. I responded to Private Moroni's kiss. I shouldn't have. I am sorry, Ma'am! It won't happen again and I accept that I must be flogged." Why was one of you asleep, in any case. Weren't you both on guard duty?" We were left outside the tent. ”“I’m sure it is. We shall all miss you too, Henry.” In an uncharacteristic display of emotion she reached out her arms and drew him into her, hugging him tightly. She sensed that he was uncomfortable with the show of affection. It hardly chimed with the normal Mistress-Gimp relationship. She released him and stood back. “So, I will ask Vesta to take you up to the Hall, I believe she has worked with you the most?”“Yes, that’s right Mistress. Thank you.”“Good luck.” Adelaide said, thinking that. “Oh wow. So it is true then,” he said softly. I asked him what did he mean by that. He hesitated but then answered, saying, “A lot of the tourists have been talking about a group of sexy girls who are here for a bachelorette party. One of my friends saw you all, and he hasn’t shut up about your beauty ever since.”I blushed a little. “I’m sorry if that’s weird,” he said.“Not at all. We are indeed sexy,” I replied as I did a small pose for him. Clearly, the drinks were one too many for me that.