I didn’t even pay for clothing since the Army provided my uniforms. I had gone to Basic training with two tens and a five in my wallet, and they wer... still there. Furthermore, the Army had gone totally direct deposit. I didn’t have any credit cards, but I did have a debit card, and I hadn’t taken that out of my wallet either. Adding in what money I had before enlisting, I had almost $4,000 in the bank! “I can afford the Armonk House for a long weekend, babe,” I finished.Kelly’s eyes popped open. I was confused. I was convinced it must have been the sexy underwear which was making me feel odd.I asked the girl if I could try on the set and she took me into a plush, velvet lined changing room with an antique gold mirror. A burgundy chaise longue was pushed against the wall."I will have to lock the door" she said, in what I sensed was a Spanish accent. "In case a customer comes in". She disappeared as I stripped off my jeans and jumper, removed my embarrassing underwear and slipped into. Chapter Five. Hospitality returned. Tuesday 21st January 2003. 17 days since the crash. I awoke feeling I was going die. My stomach had got so large, I didnt wear my shorts yesterday. I think even my guests had realised that I was ill, as Daisie force fed me some fruit, which I managed to keep down. Silverback, however was a gorilla on a mission. And I was that mission. This morning he woke and he stood in front of me. I was still half asleep. He started bellowing and thumping his chest. I knew. "There were chuckles round the court at this."Turn around," said Judge Jeffreys, "and, wardress, do incline her forward slightly. So. Yes. All right, now stand up and face me, Clotilda Bramble. You have good broad, even slothful hips and I see no occasion to let you off. You can expect no clemency from me. A sound thrashing never did a girl of your age any harm."What was it going to be? How many, dear God, how many? Clotilda implored of the scrolled and aching ceiling."... and there be released.