We were allowed to keep our black uniforms on, which felt like a great privilege.One session was dedicated to practicing curtsying. Mrs Danbury had br...ught another mannequin figure into the servant’s hall and each of us were required to walk up and curtsy to it while she critiqued our performance.“No, Meakin bend you leg and raise the hem of your skirt at the same time. And lower your head. It’s supposed to be a sign of respect, of acceptance of your lower status. You’re not supposed to be. ’ ‘Damn, there goes my favourite,’ Scott teased. ‘Which one?’ ‘You don’t like to be dominated in the bedroom?’ ‘To some extent, yes. I like the man to take command, to almost force me to have sex.’ ‘A common female fantasy,’ he nodded. ‘Yes, but some of the domination borders on degradation and calling the man ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’. I don’t like that kind of sex.’ ‘Me neither. I would rather have my woman take command and be a willing and active bed partner. It’s much more exiting that way.’ ‘Do. All people, not on duty, are to report to their Department heads, for instructions. Major General Copper, all senior staff, and Vortex project team leaders, are to report to the conference room immediately. Security teams alpha, and beta, are to secure the conference room, now!”I turned, and looked at my two friends.“Let’s go, guys,” I told them. “We don’t want to be the last ones there.”I took off running, again, for the conference room. I didn’t run quite as fast as I had, chasing the Vortex,. ” she said boasting. Mick couldn’t help but smile. “Ok, fair enough.” he said. “So what was Amanda like? I heard from the guys that she’s a wild cat in the sack.” Terry stopped and started to laugh. She held herself under breast for nothing else, other then dramatic effect. “She’s a wild cat? In the sack? Yeah right. She was a virgin.” It was Mick’s turn to stop and laugh. “She was a virgin? Seriously?” Mick asked. Terry nodded and Mick began laughing.