Oh, this was going to be fun. "Snow, stand up. It's time we take off that coat. Prince, take your place in the chair by the table." They both stood Pr...ince moving to his chair, and Snow coming to stand in front of me so I could give her further instructions. She was looking me in the eyes, something I liked because they were so blue and interesting but something I couldn't allow as her dominate. “Snow, eyes to the floor." I demanded. She dropped her gaze like a scolded kitten. I felt a slight. It was superb; I had to admit he really was very good. As DIY is not my forte I didn't begrudge it them at all. In any case they really were a very nice couple in all senses of the term. Sam had grown up a few doors away from us at one time before we moved house. When she and Bill (they had never had eyes for anyone else to my knowledge,) had been walking out they had been only too happy to baby-sit on the odd occasion we had needed it. It gave them somewhere to discreetly make out I guess. So. At first, the young men in uniform were attentive to duty and seemed at least on the surface to be unbiased in their policing actions. Then, gradually things began to change and the old resentments of authority and the differences of religion began to eat away at the rapport. The Catholic girls began to ignore the uniformed men in fear of being considered informers for the other side. The shopkeepers treated even the most unbiased of military men with a distain that emphasized their lack of. Bringing out the birthday cake he carefully cut the cake. In big letters on the cake, there was only one word, "Sweetheart." They ate one piece of cake each with some ice cream. Moving to the living room Tonya began to open her presents. The first was a PS3, the second gift was a diamond necklace (very adult gifts she thought). The third gift was a dress very short with a plunging neckline. Running with the dress to her room she quickly changed. Returning she modeled the dress like a runway.