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in case you have another emergency," he whispered. "But no more pain pills now until after breakfast."
Eventually the medicine kicked in and Carrie was finally able to get back to sleep. But Tom remained awake for the remainder of the night.
Chapter 3
Breakfast was an eerie affair. Twelve sleepy students stumbled about in heavy woolen uniforms or gingham dresses while trying to choke down fried eggs and bacon and strong camp-boiled coffee. Tom looked sexy in his uniform, a fancier version from what the boys wore, for he was the base commander. They wore tall boots, trousers with a bright gold stripe down the side, dark navy coats with a single row of shiny brass buttons, a thick leather belt, and Tom had a long sword at his side. The boys wore the iconic slouched hats of the union army, but Tom's hat had a wider brim, almost like a cowboy hat, but not quite.
Julie buttoned the top button on Carrie's dress. Carrie wished she could leave it undone, for the dress buttoned practically up to her chin - but she knew that women wouldn't have done that in the old days. They were excessively modest to the point of being almost phobic about it. Even though it was going to be in the high nineties again today, her dress had long sleeves, a long skirt that just barely "skirted" the ground, a petticoat underneath, bloomers beneath that, an apron layered on top and a poke bonnet to protect her face and hair from the bright, hot sun. Although she knew she would be hot and miserable later, she was just excited now. This was going to be so much fun!
Adrian wasn't as sharply dressed as the rest. He wore dark pants, boots, and a plain muslin shirt that he left untucked. He had a leather belt with pockets, which would protect his jewels from any hot sparks that flew from the forge. He had let his reddish blonde hair grow since the first meeting back in February, so that now it was a short ponytail. He had a decrepit-looking western hat that could have come straight from a filming of Gunsmoke or Bonanza. For the first time, he didn't look like an art freak. He was kind of hot.
"So, are you ready for this," Julie asked, elbowing Carrie.
"I was born ready. Aren't you?"
"I meant, are you ready to fake it that you know how to spin? You should have told Tom the truth a long time ago."
Dread ran down her spine and took up residence in her groin. He was going to spank her again! Her bottom was still sore. And with her foot sore - she couldn't get comfortable. It hurt to stand, and it hurt to sit. She was going to have to think of something, and soon!
"Five more minutes, people," Tom called. "The van leaves in five minutes. If you miss the van, you'll have to walk, and you will face disciplinary action once you reach the fort. Believe me, after spending a day in jail, you won't be late again."
The boys teased one another, wondering how many bodies the jail could hold, and if that meant they got out of work that day, but when it came time to leave, every one of them was lined up outside the van. They were as excited as Carrie was, history nerds that they were.
Tom smiled, genuinely pleased with them, and he told them so. "I'd like everyone to pose for a picture, please," he said. "For the record. Adrian, will you take it?" Tom stood next to Carrie, his arm around her, and he tossed the crutches aside. Then one of the students took a few pictures so Adrian could be in them. The camera put away, Tom did a final inspection, making sure they wore nothing that was period inappropriate.
Julie looked perfect in her crimson gingham dress, her hair done up in a smooth bun. She and Carrie had gone to rummage sales and craft shows to find jewelry that might be appropriate for this. Julie had a lovely cameo pin at the low collar of her dress. Her apron was starched and white, her hands devoid of nail polish for the first time since seventh grade. The historically-accurate boots were painful to wear. They were narrow, with rows and rows of buttons that held
Eventually the medicine kicked in and Carrie was finally able to get back to sleep. But Tom remained awake for the remainder of the night.
Chapter 3
Breakfast was an eerie affair. Twelve sleepy students stumbled about in heavy woolen uniforms or gingham dresses while trying to choke down fried eggs and bacon and strong camp-boiled coffee. Tom looked sexy in his uniform, a fancier version from what the boys wore, for he was the base commander. They wore tall boots, trousers with a bright gold stripe down the side, dark navy coats with a single row of shiny brass buttons, a thick leather belt, and Tom had a long sword at his side. The boys wore the iconic slouched hats of the union army, but Tom's hat had a wider brim, almost like a cowboy hat, but not quite.
Julie buttoned the top button on Carrie's dress. Carrie wished she could leave it undone, for the dress buttoned practically up to her chin - but she knew that women wouldn't have done that in the old days. They were excessively modest to the point of being almost phobic about it. Even though it was going to be in the high nineties again today, her dress had long sleeves, a long skirt that just barely "skirted" the ground, a petticoat underneath, bloomers beneath that, an apron layered on top and a poke bonnet to protect her face and hair from the bright, hot sun. Although she knew she would be hot and miserable later, she was just excited now. This was going to be so much fun!
Adrian wasn't as sharply dressed as the rest. He wore dark pants, boots, and a plain muslin shirt that he left untucked. He had a leather belt with pockets, which would protect his jewels from any hot sparks that flew from the forge. He had let his reddish blonde hair grow since the first meeting back in February, so that now it was a short ponytail. He had a decrepit-looking western hat that could have come straight from a filming of Gunsmoke or Bonanza. For the first time, he didn't look like an art freak. He was kind of hot.
"So, are you ready for this," Julie asked, elbowing Carrie.
"I was born ready. Aren't you?"
"I meant, are you ready to fake it that you know how to spin? You should have told Tom the truth a long time ago."
Dread ran down her spine and took up residence in her groin. He was going to spank her again! Her bottom was still sore. And with her foot sore - she couldn't get comfortable. It hurt to stand, and it hurt to sit. She was going to have to think of something, and soon!
"Five more minutes, people," Tom called. "The van leaves in five minutes. If you miss the van, you'll have to walk, and you will face disciplinary action once you reach the fort. Believe me, after spending a day in jail, you won't be late again."
The boys teased one another, wondering how many bodies the jail could hold, and if that meant they got out of work that day, but when it came time to leave, every one of them was lined up outside the van. They were as excited as Carrie was, history nerds that they were.
Tom smiled, genuinely pleased with them, and he told them so. "I'd like everyone to pose for a picture, please," he said. "For the record. Adrian, will you take it?" Tom stood next to Carrie, his arm around her, and he tossed the crutches aside. Then one of the students took a few pictures so Adrian could be in them. The camera put away, Tom did a final inspection, making sure they wore nothing that was period inappropriate.
Julie looked perfect in her crimson gingham dress, her hair done up in a smooth bun. She and Carrie had gone to rummage sales and craft shows to find jewelry that might be appropriate for this. Julie had a lovely cameo pin at the low collar of her dress. Her apron was starched and white, her hands devoid of nail polish for the first time since seventh grade. The historically-accurate boots were painful to wear. They were narrow, with rows and rows of buttons that held
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