" Oh it's okay, it's for my own good," she replies with a broad smile, andushers me into class.I follow her, a little weirded out by her behaviour, an...d sit down for thebizarre class. The teacher emphasises we should all look and act like'innocent sluts' Showing just the right amount of stocking tops, pantyflashes, bra peeks... and looking like it's all 'accidental' It'sembarrassing strutting around in front of the other girls, and giving apanty flash to a pretend 'boy' as I bend over to. Maybe we were already getting a reputation of not being someone to mess with, because we did not see any more pirates in our journey to Kansas City.We were still several months away from starting our trip up the Missouri River to the fur rendezvous, but there was no time to make a run to New Orleans. Therefore, Capt. Johnson had to pick a destination or else sit at the wharf in Kansas City, and no self-respecting river boat captain wanted to waste money that way! However, there was time to make. " She leaned against a desk. His blue eyes took her in. He never said much, just sat or stood in a place he could watch his surroundings. The boy reminded her of Lord Kinjo's new swordmaster; if not for the deadliness of that one's steel, most would still call him a boy too."The other children would let you play," she said. "You'd be good!"The boy's eyes narrowed."I'm sorry," she said hastily. "I..."He stared out the window at the children playing the chasing game. His fingertips were at her. You pick up on the remonstration quickly and easily. “I apologize, Sir. I misspoke. Please, Sir, may I have the honor of bathing you as a part of this initial training?”Magnificent. Absolutely wonderful. Clear, concise, contrite, polite, respectful, succinct. No silly interstitial grunts of pause or confusion as you try to think. So eloquent. But most of all, I think I enjoy the sincerity most of all. I know there is a certain amount of self-gratification that you expect to receive. .