Randall immediately went into shock. Emma, the only one with proper nursing skills, sprung into action, organising the guides to carry him back to his...tent after she'd stabilised him. While trained, she wasn't an expert in toxicology - days away from any proper medical care all she could hope was the contents of her medicine cabinet would be able to keep him alive until help could come.*An hour later, Heidi, came to the tent to check up on them. The adrenalin that had spurred Emma into action. Coffee wasn't one of my favorite drinks any more. I had consumed gallons of in the Marines as it seemed to be the beverage of choice in the chow line and every ships galley I had ever been involved with. It was good for keeping you alert.While I munched on the bagel and sipped on the coffee I worked my e-mails and text messages on the smart phone. I decided that I was going to get a cheap laptop to keep in the truck for times like these, along with a thumb drive. I could be working on serious. Allthe ointments and unguents must be working their miracles. Anotherinstance of the assiduous following of a routine paying off. As MrsTownsend had assured him it would. Although there was still the niggling thought that the Uncle Silasimplant might be helping. If helping was the right word. Davidpushed the thought to the back of his mind. Although he had toadmit that erections seemed perhaps less, well less frequent, andperhaps, well less urgent, hard and urgent. But that was only to. And, curiosity more than anything else jumped in again, and I accepted.On the agreed day, a Saturday afternoon, I got up and showered asusual, and got ready.I shaved really close and used a waterproof foundation and did my eyeswith waterproof mascara, and went for heavy cream shadow with blackliquid liner. I put on blush and used a red lipstick guaranteed not towear off (sure), and painted all my nails red.I pulled on a short black shag cut wig that wouldn't get in the way andtaped it to my.