Eventually, a human being can adapt to anything. Your first few weeks working at a nuclear launch facility, the dread of having to perform your duty w...igh heavily on the mind. But after months without incident, even this occupation becomes mundane. No longer do the air-conditioned concrete hallways chill one’s bones. Instead, they are an inconvenience to be kept at bay by an extra layer or two. Drills become a chore, rather than a sacred duty. For a missileer, your enemy is not a thermonuclear. , &/or etcetera, ...wow, but it has gotten so bad being of this present extenuating circumstances up under some, or such conditions of existence, no, i myself am not talking about the looting(well hopefully that is practically if not possibly like say, or how you say ancient history, hah-hah, not that there is anything funny about crowds of people, or persons breaking store windows, & then looting, BUT THEN NEVERTHELESS IT IS PRETTY FUNNY THAT THOSE BEING OF THE SAME ONES OF VIOLENT PROTESTERS. “I came back” was the only explanation you wanted to give before smiling until I see the wrinkles at your eyes you laugh as you add “And I’m here now, lay back and think of England, Tersoro.” I decide to just enjoy your treatment and get my revenge later; however your next action leaves me unable to think of anything at all. The brush your teeth over my raw nipple before closing around it, biting it, drawing it away from my aching body. Seeing my panting reaction your fingers pinch my other. .. mMy man was coming to get me.I see your car, right in front of the barrier I go up. He takes the direction of the gas station to put the gas, Sai and takes the direction of the highway, after a few kilometers.I tell him: where are we going?He told me: having nothing planned, I took something to have a picnic and something to relax at Miribel!I tell him: ok, you have a good idea!We parked in the parking lot, few people, but cars in the parking lot.he said to me: yours, your shirt. I put it in.