"I apologize for showing up unannounced. I told Mum about you and Andy yesterday. Maybe it was yesterday. I admit I'm not sure what day it is. It was ...Tuesday, nonetheless. Her first question was why I was still in England and not on a plane. I had to admit that I had no answer for her. I packed a bag and headed to the airport." How did you find our address?" Camille wondered. She had moved to the opposite side of the room from the coffee table. She didn't want Evan to know that she had been. Yes, when my Master speaks, I obey.The car stops and the door latches pop. He brings a hand to my cheek and caresses it, before kissing my forehead. I lean to kiss his lips, but he holds me back. I have not earned the right to kiss my Master.I smile, knowing it's my time and push the coat off my shoulders. I open the door and great the world, my nude body instantly gaining attention. With a numb mind I march with a purpose to the orange phallus. It seems so unassuming, so random.Master could. For two hours now they had been waiting for further orders, while a larger group from Headquarters made merry in the banqueting hall where a dinner for forty officers had been planned by Dolley Madison, the President's wife."Yes, Geordie, give us a song!" the sergeant echoed. He and Corporal Bates had been with the battalion since it had returned from Jamaica six years ago. The then line battalion had been called back to Shorncliffe to be retrained as light infantry. The two friends had shared. The high heels they were forced to wear didn?t exactly give them the fastest running ability. It actually wasn?t the shoes so much as the feet they housed. The severe arches made an un-feminine walk impossible.They all walked inside the suite and to what had been aptly named the ?KuKloset?. A room full of lots of bizarre sex toys, outfits, pornos and books on sex. It was an expanded version of Alan?s own closet at home. Daisy scrounged in the strap-on boxes for a belt that would fit Alan?s.