"I'm surprised," I said. "What with all the drugs you've surrounded yourself with, why not inject?" The fear of AIDS and ... well ... death. I stopped...doing heroin three years ago and shooting up my preferred drug freaked me out. The last time I thought my heart stopped." But you still smoke it." It's not like crack. I mean I mostly snort it, but occasionally I smoke it when I'm feeling crazy." Like last night."Linda nodded, her face tightened holding back hysterics. "Maybe..." she murmured. ”I didn’t know what to say, but in the back of my mind I was even more excited that I only knew a few of the men who I would be with tonight. Mr. Dawson was a rather short, chubby man with very short black hair and his round face always wore a friendly smile for me. I was sure he was in his 50’s but not sure of his exact age. Graham talked of him and Mr. Lars often as they had been friends for a long time. Mr. Lars, however, was 62 years old. I knew this because Graham and I had gone to his. My wife hadn't thought about peeing on her way up there, and as soon as a cool ocean breeze hit her, she started dancing around in front of me, complaining that she really had to go. I had just packed the last bowl of the little bit of weed we had purchased, and I didn't want to waste it. I asked her if she could hold it, but too many beers made that impossible. She didn't want to go back downstairs without me since we were both naked, and she didn't want to run into others naked and alone. So. Such feminine touches did lessen the protective quality of the steel, but Shanna considered it a badge of honor in this world of men. Anelie agreed. If any other females lasted over a month in the Dark Hussar's 1st Cavalry..."Good." The girl did not smile in reply. That also was good. Death, even for one considered an enemy, was not something to smile over. Anelie looked at the other two recruits. "None of you have seen a dead body before, have you?"They shook their heads. Cyla, family now in.