For a man it looked messy and for a girl a disaster. But somebrushing and two small pigtails started to form. They were awfully short andI found them ...cutely embarrasing. I mean, to see my hair was to laugh at me!But Miss Bellamy didn't share my opinion which she must have seen in myterrorized eyes as I looked at the mirror she hold for me. "Well, dear, youare not the only tomboyish girl to come here. It will definately grow andthese pigtails are only for the first year. By second year you will. I was a full-blooded Sicilian from a long line of farmers and tradesmen with our private business kept secret from even our own relatives.The truth of the matter was that I was considered a "Fed" puppet dancing on their string of a new identity but I had not really spilled the beans on the inside dealing of my "family" to anyone in law enforcement. I had given them a lot of stuff about hits and shit like that but most of them were actually my work and I was not admitting that to anyone.Anyway,. The troops were waiting, naked with clean-shaven genitals. Xana smiled at them, her raven black hair still shiny wet. They looked sexy and ready for some more work. She let them stand in a straight line facing forward, then slowly walked up to each one, rubbing her naked tits against theirs and touching their pussies or penises. In no time all were sweating from the sun and the heat generated by their touching bodies.“Follow me,” said Xana, and let the naked troop to the archery range. On the. ”“Cleaned up?” he said, wondering what she meant.She looked at him strangely and smiled. She reached over to the counter and picked up a hand mirror. She turned it so he could see. His face was streaked with what looked for all the world like mud!“It’s the dust from the hay” she laughed. “John should have had you clean up before lunch. He knew better than to bring you to a meal like that. Here, hold your breath and lean back.”She held her hand behind his neck as she let his head go under the.