Then you get sewed up and walk around pretending that everything is the same with you as it was. But it isn’t. It never is. If you are really fortun...te, you find someone who fills that cavity with their love and you find a reason for being again. If I didn’t come with you, it would be like being divorced eleven times at once. Do you think I could survive that? No. I’ll tell you. I couldn’t. I know it’s old-fashioned and that it was never meant to apply to a group marriage, but whither thou. The car next but one to me was small and a bbw mature lady was approaching it, she was wearing a white skirt and a black top, it was the skirt that caught my eye.She opened her trunk and seemed to be struggling to lift goods from her trolleys to the car. I got out of mine and approached her saying "Do you need a hand?", she replied "Oh thankyou that would be a real help", I emptied her trolleys and after filling her boot we were talking, as it turned out she was a single mum of three k**s and. Bernice continued the torture by leading me out to the car, after breakfast, making me carry out the three bin bags that now held almost all of my clothes and place them in the restricted boot [or 'trunk', if you prefer!] of her car. Still 'sans-knickers' I sat in the passenger seat, my face scarlet, feeling totally vulnerable, and sure that all our neighbours and everyone we passed had seen what I was required to do, how I was now dressed, and was aware of my predicament - not only forced to. The shifty Corporal with his own agenda that centered on the black market and funny weeds to smoke kept telling me the only way we would ever get the parts was to either steal them from the Army or buy them on the black market. I had pretty much ignored him thinking he was way off base, but after a month or so, I had a change of heart and supplied him with some script to get some trading material for getting the parts we needed.The G-2 was a chaotic cluster fuck and nobody seemed to be.