When I walked in the door Katie and Peggy were standing there waiting for me.I looked at Peggy and asked, “Would you like me to impose the same rule... that Katie’s father has?”Peggy quickly replied, “Yes, Daddy. Can I start now?”I smiled and said, “Yes, now go change and let me check out that pussy of yours.”Peggy giggled and said, “You need to tell Mommy.”I agreed with her and I remembered what Katie had said about my wife surprising me. I entered our bedroom just as she was getting out of bed.. A little while later, he hears a voice say, supper at twenty-two hundred and the hatch slam shut.Supper is almost a repetition of the other meals, the only difference being the drink is something almost, but not quite unlike malted milk, it seems to smell okay, but his suspicion is that it too is drugged, and again he disposes of it and drinks from the toilet.Lights are turned off a short while after he replaces the cup and bowl on the shelf, the same voice informing him that breakfast is at. George claimed that he had only found a few shillings on the dead soldiers so if we were to profit from the morning's bloody work, it was yet to come and there were some doubts about whether or not we might find ourselves in the guardhouse or the stocks. We did round up several horses which we knew our officer would appreciate.Lt. Foster took an immediate interest in the young girl in the lacy gown whose bulbous charms all but overflowed her bodice while the old woman fussed about, critical of. "I have some thoughts on the subject. But I kept them to myself. And I certainly don't have to give her credit!Marsha came in a moment later. Mr. Curry was right behind her.He closed and locked the door which only seemed to make Marsha that much more nervous. She isn't taking Spanish and doesn't know Mr. Perez. She does know Mr. Curry. He pulled her to the front of the room and introduced her to Mr. Perez as he pulled her top down to her waist as casually as though he does that for all his.