I felt bad walking in on her and catching her sitting there crying. This was the kind of awkward shit that I always wanted to avoid. My face was flush...ed and cheeks clearly were burning. I’m not sure why she was crying, but I’m pretty sure that it had to do something with my uncle. His real personality is clear to me. I thought that he was just angry about having to come to the monthly dinners at grandma’s house, but this is taking it too far.Even after she left I could still smell her. I’m not. The king and queen invited him in. He was bathed and shaved and given a set of fine new clothes. He was invited to table where he sat at the right-hand of the king. Having served a king before, the soldier knew his manners. He drank sparingly and ate delicately. He spoke politely and quietly and did not brag or boast. The king began to revise his opinion of the soldier. Now he was properly dressed and clean-shaven, he was not unprepossessing. Indeed he was almost handsome in a rugged kind of. Hayes started in on his lecture, so I just gave her a smile and turned to pay attention.Missy disappeared out of class before I could even gather my books, and I sighed in frustration. Something was definitely wrong. I paused just outside of class and took a deep breath. I had a feeling the note Missy had given me would explain what was going on, but I was also sure I wasn't going to like what it said. I shook my head, sighed, and finally unfolded the note."John —I'm. Her areolae swelled. It was clear that her puffy nipples were becoming displayed, and why. Marta smiled at us over Lena’s head.It was evident at that point that Marta had taken what Svetlana said to heart, that it was a request to display their love for us ... In front of us. I thought it was more subtle than that, but Marta and Lena were wired for one thing and one thing only. Miss’s pleasure. Miss’s happiness. What Miss wanted, regardless. This was easy for them, and Marta knew, watching Miss.