Management wasn’t much help either. Picking her foot up, she rubbed the ball of it with her thumbs, wincing at the mingling of relief and pain. Peee...ww. Her feet stunk, sweat and pantyhose were an atrocious combination. The holiday stress was killing her, she couldn’t wait until Christmas, just her and her baby cuddled up near a roaring fire and a tree twinkling with lights. Glancing at the stairs, she sighed. Well, no sense putting things off. He was up there, waiting for her to join him and. " I still call bull shit!" Colonel Dorman growled."Just like you did before my lieutenant decked your Marines?" Mary asked. "Oh, don't worry. Lieutenant Lawrence has no memory of that. The AI verified that he doesn't remember. Tom, tell us your most recent memory before waking up in the medical tube?" Zero eight hundred on Thursday," I repeated. "Breakfast was waffles."My stomach protested being empty again."At ease, goddammit!" Colonel Dorman snarled. "So you're telling me that he doesn't. Basically, her lifeforce was fueling her Pocket’s stability, and other than her using small bursts, her hands were tied from casting any but the most basic of spells. She confessed to me privately that she’d really put her trust in me when she’d left her home to save Alan. She estimated that it had shaved about three year’s life off her mini-realm by doing so. I got the feeling that things were direr than she was willing to tell me and that she had really strained herself when she helped my man. You had better get ready and put on your 'glad rags' as I'll be collecting you at 4.30." Mom smiled in anticipation and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open, all pretence at modesty now gone. I lay on my bed and listened to the sounds of her showering and didn't move until she came back in, still naked and towelling her hair."What should I wear for our date? What sort of place are we going to and how dressed up do I need to be?" A skirt and blouse with a wrap would be very.