He lunged at me in reply. He must have thought I would frighten and run. He had one surprised look on his face as I grabbed his hand. In a move I had ...aught for years I twisted his hand and arm then with an upward thrust shoved his own knife into his heart.As he was going down his partner decided it was time to get into the act. At the same time the other two made the same decision and started towards the truck.Number two was just as dumb as the first one but a little more of a showman. He made. I quietly closed my door then went back to bed. I laid there for at least an hour trying to get to sleep. So many things raced through my head it was difficult to nod off. But, I finally did only to be awakened around five with sore breasts. I was sure the lovers were asleep so I tiptoed down to the kitchen to get my pump. I could see well enough with the morning light to get it out of the bag. I did manage to drop the bigger bag it was in which made a muffled crash on the floor. I paused. . JUST THE SHEER JOY OF BEING DRESSED AS A SCHOOLGIRL, ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A MASTER OR MISTRESS WHO WOULD DRESS ME AS ONE. THE EXQUISITE FEELING OF WEARING A BRA, BLOUSE, SCHOOL TIE, SOCKS & SCHOOL SHOES... A GREY OR NAVY BLUE SCHOOL FULLY PLEATED UNIFORM SKIRT WITH WHITE OR NAVY BLUE KNICKERS UNDERNEATH WAS SHEER HEAVEN, WHICH REALLY MADE ME WANK... OFTEN GETTING SPUNK STAINS ALL DOWN THE FRONT OF MY SKIRT..... I WAS ALWAYS GETTING THE TAWSE OR CANE FOR THAT. I THINK ONE THE MOST DELIGHTFUL. That night when Casja and I were alone in our chamber she took my hand."Seljan, can I see your wound?"I unwrapped the bandage I still wore. The wound was healing but the skin was still red at the edges of ugly scabs. The muscle was ripped and torn under the twisted skin . "It is ugly," she said. "Does it still hurt?" I shrugged. "I am now used to it." Ugliness mattered little. I was, or had been, a soldier, and wounds were to be expected."I have something to try, Seljan." She went into a small.