"Go. Throw something over your gorgeous body. I'll hold the bandage."For some reason, I couldn't move.Jerome returned. He wore trousers but was naked ...therwise."Dad, Jason... ?" I started to ask as I stood up."They're in the shelter."I relaxed. Boy, oh boy, did I ever relax!Suddenly my legs didn't have the strength to hold me upright.I crumpled."Are you hit?" Jerome asked, suddenly worried out of his mind.Nora chuckled and then gasped. Laughing hurt when you're gunshot."What happened to you. " That's a thought," I said, contemplating the comment."Remember though, that you could be in an immediate call-up that might send you to the Near East to fly sorties over sand." There is that, isn't there," I said, thinking a little more practically.We finished up and the instructors refueled their Lears, and took off heading home.The students all shook hands and departed for our homes.The meal was just about over by the time I arrived at the patio. They had saved me some meatloaf, mashed. Curiously though there was a, what can only be described as, plastic test tube about 4 inches across and about 15 inches long with a rubber stopper. I really was perplexed as to what use she would put this to.I heard her call me for downstairs, "Ray, there is someone at the door!"As I turned to make my way downstairs, I heard Tammy shriek. I rushed downstairs to see my son Graham, standing in the hallway. "She shot into the Shower room!" he said smilingI apologised to him saying "I was not. They're way down past the top of your panties, even when you hold your arms up in the air. At least, they would be down past the top of your panties, if you were wearing any. They're right down to your fuzz. And what happened to your pyjama top? I mean, my dad's pyjama top?" I must have left it somewhere. The bathroom, probably. It was too tight, anyway. I could hardly breathe in it last night. I doubt if the button holes would reach the buttons this morning. Or if the buttons would reach the.