The blond hair, the square jaw, the overly-muscledform that looked like an ad for steroid abuse, and a gun hugeenough for any psychologist to conclude...he was over-compensating for physical inadequacies elsewhere."Warstrike!" I gasped. He was a friend and a fellow ultra.Like Prime, he knew that Eden Blake was Mantra. Unlike Prime,he also knew I used to be a man. But then he would. He was theone who'd slain me in my last true male body. He was alsosupposed to have retired. But who was he. .I’m 34 years old, for Christ’s sake! You’re only 17…..I-I’m almost old enough to be your father!”“Tim….I’ve been with guys older than my father! Age is just a number…..I’m not worried about it…..and neither should you.”“But…but….” I stammered.“Tell me, Tim,” she whispered persistently in my ear. “In that Rolling Stone layout, what was your favorite picture of me?”“I-I……I really like the cheerleader one…I mean…..God…you were so sexy in that one! Your legs looked awesome.”“I was hoping you’d. The bodies had been packaged with ice to keep them from decomposing during the flight. They would be place on a tray in the cool box until the arrangements had been made and the family had chosen a casket or cremation.I had been on the tarmac by the plane telling each of the injured I would try to see them tomorrow.I was still there when they started to unload the caskets. The rest of the girls joined me and stood silently with the families as they were loaded into the hearses. Before the door. When she’d asked, Terry had said that he was a tanker, and she took that to mean that he was in a tank unit. She found out about their next duty weekend and went to see for herself. To her surprise and joy, that unit was equipped with Ferrets, not battle tanks. She expressed an interest, and that took her love affair with the armoured car to the next level. She used her sweet looks to get to actually touch a Ferret, and that led to her career as an Army reservist. Because of her resume and the.