"Vas iss?" Out, no soldier no more," I said. "Hurt, wounded." I had enough scars and knew I could limp if I needed to."No," he said. "Nein." He raised... his voice, "Claus!"A big man with a dark mustache ran up, listened to the sergeant's spiel and led me off with my arm bent. He tied my hands behind me and sat me down by the small fire and then tied my feet together. I watched them stop several more travelers, wondering what or who they were looking for and then, when the sun set and darkness. The Queen swept forward. ‘You poor brave dear, come in. We’ll get you some dry, warm clothes then we’ll sup together in front of a roaring fire and you will spend the night with us.’ Marian was swept away with just a moment for a puzzled glance over her shoulder at Edward. It wasn’t long though before they were all seated near a roaring fire and supping on a rich venison stew. She and Prince Edward spent the evening by the fire talking, laughing and playing draughts. The Queen was pleased at. For Bianca school sucked, but she enjoyed it anyway.So at age 17, Bianca earned her diploma and her most ardent supporters on staff bid her a tearful farewell. The male teachers, that is. The female teachers had finally figured out the secret to Bimbo Bianca's academic success and were less than best-pleased. In fact, they felt furious, jealous and vengeful as they cooked up a scheme to serve sweet sucker Bianca her just desserts.Bianca had never gotten along with her female teachers who never. Instead of beer cans and violence however, the young femi supporters needed extra panty liners. As the femi crowds minced feverishly into the stadiums, they would pause at the vendors selling regalia, to buy some panty-liners in their team colours. These were to deal the inevitable 'tiny accidents' when their frustrated emotions overwhelmed them and their femi bladders betrayed their feverish impassioned tensions. Both on and off the field, girl football stars would be followed with doe-eyed.