We suited up, full armor, extra magazines, grenades, medical supplies, and elected to wear the lighter weight Pro-tec helmet instead of the heavier K-...ot.Not having any vehicles of our own, Webb wandered over to the Ranger/160th motor pool and 'appropriated' a Hummer. We packed ourselves into it, which made a tight squeeze, and drove over to the stadium. Inside, it was a madhouse. Pakistani and Malaysian troops were running all over the place trying to get organized. Webb drove through them to. Sleep and eating disorders - overeating, disturbed sleep, nightmares. Physical ailments - fatigue, d**g and alcohol abuse, anger, grief.” They couldn’t been more off. Although one thing was correct. Zane was a classic case of attachment disorder. He had a lack of basic trust. But he could also show excessive friendliness and inappropriate approaches to strangers. Attachment being a "tie", it is not synonymous with love and affection. There he got plenty of. One day he met up with King Kaiser.. “Big cock Rob.” “Bigger than I imagined.”“Have you perving about me?”“Of course.” “I bet you’d doing the same if you shared with a hot girl.”Passing me the cigarette he turned on his side, his hand roaming across my chest and stomach.“Fuck yes.” “Straight boys aren’t usually my thing.” “But if I knew you would be so easy, I’d have been all over you when you moved in.”He took the cigarette from me and placed the ashtray on the cabinet beside the bed. His hand moved down my stomach to my. He looked at me and at his watch.If you wait some more time Madamand you can piss in broad day light. Oh, he is making fun of me now. Yes, Yes, hasyour fun too I thought in my mind. I got out of the car. I started walkingtowards some bushes off the road.Madam! He called me from behind. I got scaredand ran back to the car. What happened? Did someone come? No he replied incaseif someone comes what will you do? He asked me?I said i’ll run back to the car.What else? He looked at me again but did.