Corporal Harris put a plateful of eggs and fried bread, a sausage, tomatoes and mushrooms on the kitchen table and Sergeant Roberts produced a knife a...d fork."Gosh! That should keep the wolf from the door. Thanks Corporal Harris." Pleasure, Sir. Nice to watch someone enjoy what you've cooked for a change."Mark chuckled. "I'll have to take care not to dribble," he replied.Corporal Harris laughed and busied himself again.Mark discovered he was hungrier than he thought and wolfed the delicious. So yeah, the power works both ways and it gets annoying. Wearying even. But it’s still ... let me tell you, when it’s new in your hands it’s a cold fast rush.I grew up a really straight-laced girl in a fly speck town that was essentially a suburb of a slightly bigger fly speck town. I grew up really happy, but really insulated. Same group of people, same group of kids all growing up together. Same church. Same straight-laced church. Same witheringly regimented, suffocating church. But I didn’t. Have you ever done any gymnastics before?" I looked at what she was wearing, and smiled to myself that she had remembered to leave her bra at home. She wore a yellow blouse with thin spaghetti like straps at the top. It looked a little loose, but showcased her teen orange-sized titties, which brought some naughty fantasies into my mind. "I was a cheerleader last year for a middle school league team and we did cartwheels and front rolls and stuff, but I've never been on the bars or a vaulting. Afterward, you decide to meditate after a long day of working out your body and give you the core of your body. You get home around 5 p.m. to start making a homemade dinner since you rather know cooking your food when you are home than going out to eat. Before you start to cook dinner, you decide to go and check the mail. It has been five years since you send your last audition tape to the WWE. You were young at that time and determine to make the best out of your fifteen minutes of fame. You.