Herr Schiller was in. He was an old guy, but to Owen Cord that just meant he was experienced. Experience always trumped everything else, well, in Owen...Cord’s experience.“Mister Cord,” said Doctor Herr Schiller, “nice to meet you.”“You too, sir,” said Owen.“You have a special case, so your man informed me,” said Herr Schiller.“Yes, very special. War injuries,” said Owen.“To the Soldat’s face is my understanding,” said the man.“Yes, sir,” said Owen.“Do you have his records with you? Your man said. Despite what you've heard, wegirls do kiss and tell. Word about you is going to get out. You can'tsee it, but as I look around the salon, I see that all eyes are on you. Half of these women have their cell phones out, giving their friends ablow-by-blow. A few of them have even tried taking pictures but I'veshot them down, so to speak. Every kinky sex freak in town is going towant a piece of you. Congratulations, you're going to be the hot newticket in town, baby." "And, in case you're. Am I never to have any fun? It must be fun, they all seem to moan and groan loud enough." I never thought about that. Does it get you excited?" Of course it does. I am human after all, and it's not like your making any effort to keep it secret or quiet or anything. It would be different if it weren't so noisy but it is. I can't ask you to go elsewhere, it's too dangerous for you to go out. Where could I go to get away from it? I live here too and me leaving is not a long term solution to this. She got out and walked over to them, her hips moving delightfully under the tight black miniskirt that was her uniform. For fun I watch the faces of the college men she walks by. She's the sexiest woman here tonight, and I know it just kills them that she's obviously the sextoy of some perverted rich guy. Of course, they're right. Emily is my sextoy, but she's also perfect as a fishhook for the desperate people I meet. Emily had long, straight blond hair and a deep tan that just screams.