Although it did little to cool off my suddenly prodigious libido. The rest of the day was easy. The Thornton girls came over bright and early to check... on Mama cat. Charity and Beth seemed to hit it off well. They would both be new to the local school and were more than a bit worried if they would fit in, make new friends. I pointed out that they already had…one another. I had a call about a dog that had been hit by a car. Its leg was broken and needed setting. That took a couple of hours. I. "I hate the rain! It's made my shiny shoes so muddy! Look! And I've got some horrid black splodges on my nice white socks. Mummy'll be ever so mad when she finds out!"Edward laughed. Girls! They were hopeless! No wonder it was men that went off to fight the war and the women stayed behind: working in the factories and driving the buses and teaching in the schools. War was man's stuff. It wouldn't do if you were a girl and worried about getting muddy shoes while jerry was goose-stepping all over. Then, his eyes still on the photo of the Football star, he said the most unexpected thing."I'm not gay." What?" Dalia said."What the guys said before about anyone who wouldn't go with them tonight," he explained. "I didn't want them to think that I'd never done it before." Honey, there's no crime in being a virgin." Dalia smiled. "We all start out that way. And believe me, being part of a gang bang isn't the way you want to remember losing it." I just wanted to be over it. I'm tired of worrying. "Where do you think the Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret Rose are?"Her consistent answer was that she did not actually know, but that she assumed they were living at Buckingham Palace with the King and Queen. This just angered her interrogators, and it was only much later that Margery realised that the Princesses must have been hidden away and the Germans could not find them.At the start of another of these interminable sessions, the little fat interrogator looked at her with distaste on his.