Within a couple of seconds, the white color disappeared, and my foot took on the color of the grass it was resting on. This was a characteristic that ...ny soldier would want because no enemy could shoot what he couldn't see. Just for the hell of it, I took off my other boot and sock, and figured to go around like that until my feet got too sore from the stuff I was stepping on.I told the others to keep their boots on until I had a good idea of how this was going to work. I sure didn't want them. As I stood with my back to the door, I turned the bloody weapon over and over in my hands."What have we here? Come here, girl!" the evil man that had killed my mother ordered as he entered our tent.I suddenly became calm, but filled with a fury well beyond my years. I put both of my tiny hands firmly on the grip of the dagger and waited...When the man angrily turned me around for not responding to him I thrust the dagger with all of my might and fury and then twisted the blade once it was fully. After a while, I sensed that Reshma has come. Immediately I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping. She came to my room, I could hear her footsteps. Then there was no sound. I was thinking maybe she would leave. But then I heard her closing the door.I slightly opened my eye and saw that she was slowly closing the door. She didn’t completely close the door. Just a small gap was left. I closed my eyes. I heard her coming closer. Then no sound. After a while, I felt some air on my inner. .." I.. it's not that big..," I murmur still deeply embarrassed, to a roundof laughter."Fuck me Bitch!" Bear says."I'd really rather not," I reply before he can continue, for morelaugher."Dammit.. most boys go bragging how big their dick's are and you..." Don't have to brag," I reply with a quiet embarrassed smile. "Do IMistress Spike?"Another round of laughter, makes me feel better, more accepted,especially when Mistress agrees."No.. he doesn't have to brag," she replies. "Very gifted down.