"Nnngh, hullo?" you muttered sleepily into the receiver."Rise and shine my little friend!" came an overly cheerful, if slightly unnerving, voice on th... other end. "You need to get up, you have a busy couple of days ahad of you." Who is this?" you replied, yawning sleepily as you blinked awake slowly."Oh it doesn't matter who I am, it matters who you are! Or rather, what you are!" came the cheerful tone again before adding "Notice anything different, dear?"What the hell was all of this about? It. You have no history of self-injury, or excessive use of drugs or alcohol. In fact, as a medical professional, but not a psychiatric one; the loss of your parents and your history of abuse are all that would suggest mental trauma to me. You do not speak of yourself in the third-person?”“Not anymore, no.” I told him. “When I first met Troy & Julie, I did sometimes.”“But once free of this brute, that, too, went away. So, perhaps these other women, they are not personalities, but how he saw you and. A large warm hand cupped my ass and ran over my legs, coming up and finally stroking the length of my dick through my jock.Looking between my legs, I could see the hand that was rubbing my junk was very black. I moaned as my knees became wobbly.I felt his hand opening up my ass cheeks and a warm puff of air on my bud. Then warm and wet assailed my pucker and I realized he was rimming me. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, lost in the sensation of this black man’s tongue snaking up into my. ..Flashback – Captain M – Sgt. Reynolds' MRINow was my fucking chance. If I could prove that Sgt. Reynolds was drinking on the flight, the court-martial would automatically follow. I came to the back of the ambulance and ordered the two men taking Sgt. Reynolds out on the gurney, "I want a blood alcohol test done on this man immediately."A doctor walked up, glared at me and said, "Who died and made you the king around here? Unlike America we don't perform unneeded and useless tests here. I can.