”“Sada has been lucky so far.”“She knows what she’s doing. She failed achieving an expert rating in strategy and in tactics with stupid mist...kes that even a fifth year cadet wouldn’t make.”“She was appropriately saddened?”“Yes.”“I thought so. How many expert exams has she failed.”“Every one she’s ever taken, with the exception of one, which she didn’t know she was taking.”“Was she appropriately overjoyed at having passed it?”“Not really.”“That doesn’t surprise me.”“What are we going to do with. I was curious, aroused, and I tried not to act shocked. He was now obviously fully erect. After stroking himself on the outside of his gym shorts for a minute or two, he turned his head, looked directly at me as he continued to stroke himself, and said coyly, “I will if you will.”I blushed and feigned not understanding what he was saying. In fact, I was not entirely sure I did understand what he was saying.“You know, mom, it’s normal, healthy and there is nothing wrong with it. Join me.” He. ”I nodded; this was not unknown to me.Billy continued. “The servants at the Castle know all that goes on, as they are ignored by the gentry, who talk in front of them as if they were all deaf or did not exist. The maids tell Missus Thatcher everything they hear, and she passes on the juicier titbits to Matilda. It appears Jarvis Braxton-Clark has given an ultimatum to his wife. She must bring forth a son within the year else he will divorce her.”Billy laughed. “He has been plugging the Blind. Nor did it help that the only apartment I could afford for us was a seedy walkup. What can you do when you sling hash all day, then have to spend the evening dodging the drunks who think that just because they left a quarter on your tray they're entitled to a free feel?I'll have to say one thing: at thirty-three, I can still wear the clothes I wore in high school! That's a good thing, since those are about the only clothes I've got!I scrimped and saved, and even let the big tippers cop a feel.