The smooth satin sheets and my long pink nightgown nolonger felt liberating, they felt like a ball and chain, weighing medown, pinning me to the mattr...ess. I finally got up, drank two healthyshots of brandy, and dropped back into bed. Morpheus eventually overtookme, and I slept without dreams.I woke up about eight on Thursday, slipped into a white satin dressinggown and white mules with three inch heels, and made my way to thebathroom, where I discovered that part of my discomfort the. When Mum said they were comprehensive she wasn't kidding, every thoughtand experience was captured on the pages, each day was a double page withsmall pictures of the people she was talking about, her feeling towardsthem and how they interacted, it was beyond compulsive it was obsessivediary keeping.But it made fascinating reading and I realised that if I could take justsome of this in it would make the transition so much easier.I read the diary for two hours, then I practiced my new signature. " Hai Shujin," Greeson stated bowing his forehead to the deck. "I will do my best to improve their bodies for you. I will also remember that they cannot take true training as of yet."Kimon nodded to Greeson then stood. "I suggest that we train a bit." Greeson nodded, bowed then assumed a defensive stance.All the males near the door way watched in surprise as both males seemed to disappear. No one dared to step inside, though they couldn't see them they could still feel them. The amount of power. "You just gonna pick at that all night?" Play something!" a woman's voice called from the bar. Others quicklychorused in agreement."All right, all right," the bard acquiesced. "What are you in the moodto hear?" Adventure and swordplay!" one man shouted."Romance! And comedy!" cried a woman."Something with scary monsters!" a young lad called, quickly chastisedby his mother.The third person at their table was a man with piercing eyes and longraven black hair that peeked out from his deep hooded.