T. E. Lawrence of the British Royal Army." Sherman adjusted the controls and we stepped into the Wayback Machine (my own invention, by the way) and in... less time than it takes to tell it we were standing outside Lieutenant Lawrence's personal quarters. I knocked on the door and a voice inside bade us enter. We were soon in the presence of the illustrious army officer."I say, chaps! How do I look?" Lt. Lawrence said. Sherman and I stood there aghast at what we saw."You look lovely," I finally. And the staff at the delivery room, both times I gave birth. Oh, I have stretch marks, they'll see..." Easy, remember, we need the job. We need the job. We need the job." She looked up at the observation gallery. "Joe?" Yes?" called Joe."Yes?" asked one of the girls.Eileen pointed at the teacher in the stands. "Joe, make sure the doors to the gallery are locked when you leave." Implied was the thought, "leave now. Please."Just then, a question hit Eileen. "You've been here for a few more years. But our rules are very strict when it comes to viewing indecent images on the company's computers. A shame he left us, though. Hard to replace."She just knew that Wedderburn had seen the photos! From then on Emma had a hard time engaging him in any kind of conversation at all. The man seemed to have become very thoughtful and withdrawn. Emma supposed that he would tell his employer just what a distasteful occupation his latest female companion pursued. And that would be the end of this budding. “Our school is in a little town just off the base.”They arrived at the school and took Ayame to the office where she handed her school records to the clerk.“Oh my goodness, this is too complicated for an administrative transfer. You need to see a guidance counselor for this,” the clerk exclaimed as she riffled through the paperwork. “At least it’s mostly translated. You should see the records that some of the Marine families come in with after they return from a foreign tour. Let me see who’s.